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Perception is intercepting our visuals.
It's pitiful how bright stereotypes come to life.
Tension between races because we have different faces.
Hard to get along when everything we see is a lie.
Why does it have to be like this?
Praying isn't working or maybe it is, it just seems rigged.
I look up to feel a connection and look down to look past misdirection.
I'd rather stay asleep because being awake seems fake.
These illusions are fooling us.
A part of me partly sees while the other half laughs.
Will we be poor forever?
Will we be oppressed forever?
Will lighter skins stop following trends and bring true change?
Or will life remain the same blaming game as we all live in vain?

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