Change Within A Race

We're fighting ourselves.

This is a time where color is not suppose to have signifigance.

But it does.

We hate each other and they are laughing at us because of it.

To them we are performance acts. 

Its time we change 

We must stop being circus acts for the outsiders enjoyment. 

Or maybe are we outsiders.

Isolated by them and given "rights" to satisfy us.

But I'm not satisfied.

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