The way you treat me

The way you treat me is so dark and grimm

Just because we have a different flavour of skin

I cant get a job to even feed my family

The hate that I see and the pain I feel

In the way you treat me theres no way for me to live

It doesnt matter if im Vanilla, chocolate, thick cream, thin cream, or rock road

I doubt you could ever go down this patth that I had glowed

Im sorry for the inconvience Ive served you

But im tired of losing the race with my small few.



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