<font color="red">They tell me that they hate me as they beat me up on the playground. They take my money and then run While they leave me hurt on the ground. I come home sometimes with black eyes. And momma, she dont ask why. But I think she already knows 'Cause I hear her cry at night. But I keep on going to school And still, I'm in a fight. I asked them why once and they said Because I am not white.
Reason for writing:
racism...
Birth sign: Aquarius
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