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    2009 - 06.03


    When I see the faces of all the beautiful races
    I truly wonder how could we fight?
    Every one them is a treasure
    Whose wealth we cannot measure
    Each will have their own place in time.

    When I think of all the sorrow
    That comes with tomorrow
    I wonder, why we hate another color
    It’s like hating a rainbow
    Which is beautiful because of its spectrum

    I used to judge color, in America we are taught to do that
    What arrogance this must be
    Every race has it’s story, in school it just was boring
    Until I began to travel, then the mystery was unraveled.
    Of how we each hold a piece of the puzzle.



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