I have a heart even though most people can't see it.
I'm a good person and i try to make you see it.
Why am I controlled by superstitions and wonder.
Making you yonder at the fact that I make no contact.
Trying to find a place to hide even though
it takes all my pride. Seeing the riches of
civilization.
Took en over by discrimination
I look and my self and see
No one will ever be like me.
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