| EIGHTEEN : family portrait | |||||||||||
| I came from the red and tried leaving instead but she clung to me, wailing, nails deep in my skin |
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| I compete with the green my identity unseen as I walk, I am further than I've ever been |
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| I was raised by the white who turned black from a fright and tossed my outside, to the curb with a thud |
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| I am pieces of rainbow where stone leads me, I go but I fear that its colour itakes me back to my blood. |
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