I know that i'm a person who get point at most.

Is it from the color of my skin? The color of my hair? The way i look? 

Do you think i'm easy to play with and get roast? 

I have no fear. 

So stop! 

Does my skin glare upon your face hurt your pair of eyes? 

Because i wont hide. 

I have pride, 

to the ones that love, care, and appreciate me. 

Nothing can stop that. 

So you, a human being just like me stop your foolishness and leave me be. 

I have dreams to surpass you one day and you be on your knees. 




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