We walk through the world without out remorse
Handling life as delicately as we can.
How imprudent of us to live a life
with the fear of losing it.

A person without class,
and unsophisticated
is look down on.
We've lived in world where we are labeled,
where are judgment isn't valid,
if you're a person like me.

A person who is down graded because of the color of their skin.
By the stereotypes that we must carry on.
We are fighting for rights,
for the justice we deserve,
but always put on hold.

The world we live in is neutral,
it's the people in the world
who make it cruel.

The End

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