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I really like your backpack, Did your parents buy you a new one for this year? No, actually, this is the same backpack I had last school year. Oh, well how about those...
Pale and blue-eyed they call me a gringa but that's not who I am. Some say that I'm lucky that I don't look like a stereotype, but we are people, not Jeopardy questions
I stood before the world and the world said to me: You are black to you are a gangbanger. I stood before the world and the world said to me: You are asian so you are a geek.
Maybe she likes sports Maybe he likes ballet Maybe she's a he Maybe he's a she Maybe she likes girls Maybe he likes boys We must be treated equal We are humans, not cookie cutter toys
Don’t tell me you know me, you do not I’m not part of a stupid stereotype I’m a person, the same as you So kiss my ass you’re not my type