I need a new place
New skin and a new face
A new race to take place what burns bright white with hate
And they say I'm just a shade too light
to be right about lives I know only with sight
Doubt what I say, for I'm about to be made
out to hate slaves of our great former days
And you're sure when you see me that I must believe
I am thee most supreme being, Lord of My Species
Give it a twirl, this world of deceiving
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Author:
b-LAH-que (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I hope this is a thought-provoking read
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