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Sterling


Sterling, we could make great friends.

I would prefer to be anything, BUT

Black, beautiful, bright, 

a being as blastfemous as THEM.

 

The color white is beautiful color.

The color of purity and innocence.

But might I ask about the beauty of black?

What is so bright about such a dark color.

 

Black is a color of all colors.

Mixed with a rainbow od different worlds.

races, cultures, environments, 

places and beings that someone without

 a sense of humanity would recognize.

 

As hard as it is not to see white,

my dear friend Sterling,

White lies amongst that rainbow of colors

the create such a universal color 

like Black

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