To lay blame on the weather is, hardly superstitious.
Even clouds start from droplets.
Seasons change, but not humanity.
Racism rises to reality.
The truth shall bring clarity.
In a world full of hatred,
your colour can be complicated.
You wear your graduation robe,
I and I wear orange.
Limitations give rise to humility.
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Author:
Gammers (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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