Red
I beat from within
The quiet river of life
Flowing through my veins
I crave another
To hear the tribal beating
On their red river banks
I want nothing
more than I want
To be loved
Skin, gender, religion
Nothing matters to
The red river banks
I want to be needed
I need to be wanted
Who I am
Where I'm from
What I believe
Nothing matters to
The red river bank
I am human
Treat me as such
Let me love
Let me live
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