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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