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let fast forwardto a world of new orderno need of colors and wordsfind love in just us 
Dear young brown girl Brown skin, kissed from the sun Brown eyes made from specks of gold Tight-coiled curls shaped like a wand From the roots of Africa To the land of the “claimed” free
Have you ever looked beneath Through skin and blood and bone Not the muscles or the organs But deep into the soul? You may find beneath Similarities abound Teethered not by race or languge
I am goth and if you don't like it I'm sorry about your luck I'm a good friend to have I just have dark thoughts  Within my head
A world of hate and critisism. A world of judging eyes What more can we do but listen, As people speak their ignorant lies. I know I can't stay silent, Not when I can fight,
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