Aside from the apartheid, what's there to fear?
It's not like I've never been disliked before.
I don't know if I'm in the black and white world;
I think I may want the warmth of color.
And if I do who will be through with me?
Will smiles shrink when some see me?
What will they say when I walk their way?
Black and white world I don't know you...

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