If I were all the colors of a rainbow I would standout in a crowd No idea of where I fit in No knowledge of where I belong Not among minorities nor majority but somewhere in between a rock and a hard place Just a jester not a King or Queen Not knowing how long I will survive because this world is so disunited with presidential prejudices they may mistake me for a creature from outer space Exterminate me coz of race The color of my face I cannot Erase I don't belong in this place But here I AM looking different But what's the difference it's just colors, colors are thing's not person's, person's are Human Beings
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