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Thursday, May 8, 2014

The Burden of My Race

Nobody would miss me
I stood alone
I was absolutely confused
If I disappear nobodies going to notice
I was a stranger in a strange land
Weak and poor and scared

They called me names
Worthless and stupid
I was a human punching bag
I was damaging my damage
They stared hard
I was a freaky alien
Nobody wants to be a loser
Where is the hope?
I was carrying the burden of my race

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