blue eyes brown skin
blue eyes,blonde hair
ain't the same with
brown skin and brown eyes
told as a bottom dog.
surround with white walls
feeling like a disease
told your bad news
when you done nothing wrong.
i was there when
father died in the ground
i was there when
mother died in her own bed
wondering where i would be
under the white cloth
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