I try to go far away, because what i see every day
makes it so hard to hard to explain. How did my
world come to rage? Kids with moms who are my age
captured and thrown in a cage; the life you want
is erased...
With my skin and my name, already been put to shame,
and then my parents to blame, everyone is the same,
it's like the world is a game, because my life is just
an expectation.

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