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Colorless |
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My Face and eyes |
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Are as beautiful, as the morning sunrise. |
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Everyday I am teased and ridiculed for the color of my skin. |
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But people can't see me for what is within. |
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I love everyone, for who they are, |
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And wouldn't discriminate against them even if they were black as tar. |
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That man with no complexion, |
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Shows me no affection, |
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He drinks water in the pearly white hall. |
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And I have to drink water, down the dirty white hall. |
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But this is all right with me, |
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Because in God's eyes we are all color free. |
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(c) 2001, Aretus S. |
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