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True Color


True Color is in me, Native Blood pumping through me, I am proud of who I am. My skin is soft and thin, But I realize I am human, And sometimes I wonder who I am. True Color is in me, I am Mexican and Native, But with pale skin, I fought until I bleed, I don't take no for an answer, My fiestyness and stubborness is in me, But I reakize I am human, And sometimes I wonder who I am. True Color is in me. I know what I want in life, I know to keep pushing through, I know life can be rough, I know I say life can be unfair, But life is how you make it, But I realize I am human, And Sometimes I wonder who I am. True Color is in me, Red is for my pumping heart that tells me I am still alive, Blue is for the tears that ran down my cheeks when I am feeling hurt inside, Black is for when I feel like I am dead inside, Brown is the soil that stored my roots, Yellow represent me as a pretty tullupe growing and still stsnding alive, Color is just a symbol, I am human that let all emotions and feelings flow through me, I am impossible to be replaced. True Color is my story, I am every color, I let every feeling flow through me, I am learning, I am growing, And I care about everyone, Because I am human, And True Color is in me.
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