they are young and small and brown and have not noticed the minor differences in them all they are young and small and brown and oblivious to battles overseas they are young and small and brown and line up on the couch to translate for mom mapping out needs and hopes and dreams they are young and small and brown and speak of Barbie and Spiderman and Pakistan and Eid they are young and small and brown and i giggle as they mingle pondering tiny futures a blending of culture of language of belief they are young and small and brown and bouncing 11 different languages off my classroom walls they are young and small and brown and none of them have really noticed the difference in them at allBirth sign: Libra
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