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I'm Not A Color


There are people who are called White And there are people who are called black. Some are concidered Yellow And some Red. Why are people refered to as a color? I'm a person, so are they And we came into this world the same way. Which one of us decided That to be a person we had To fit into a catigory And be judged by what we see. Those who can't see See more than those who can. Everyone Is the same And Color doesn't exsist. I am NOT a part Of your visual separations. I'm a human being Not a can of paint. You Can't tell me that Because My skin looks one way That the way I function is any different Than the way you or any one else does. I'm not Purple I'm not Green I'm NOT a color, I'm Just me.
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merhabacourtney
This is really neat, I like this! :) Is there any artistic reason you capitalized some words in the middle of a line?

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