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As a kid walking round the school corridors
I'd get people eyeing me a lot, open doors
As they try and look at my white skin 
And marvel at my skin
For I was different 

I got picked on at times for having a cap
I'd wear it alot so one day I didn't come to school with a cap
And they looked even more at my hair
They wondered what I did to my hair
Cause everyone else hair was black 

During break I'd be playing in tree shades 
Jumping from one tree to the other with shades
And they'd wonder why I never played in the sun
Some saying that I missed out on the fun
Cause the beauty of playing out is actually playing under the sun 

But when we grew up in the bigger classes
People had grown used to me so when I came with glasses
They would always tell me how the glasses were nice
And the kids were now all genuinely nice
And it felt nice being there with them 

So when the heat would be too much
They'd all walk around me in a match
Trying to shelter me with their shadows 
Saying that they were here for me, even opening doors
So that I could explore the world and not just lock myself in 

And now as a grown up with a kid of my own
I've got friends who treat my kid as their own
They protect my kid as theirs and play with him 
And letting their kids be around him
Telling them that he's just like any other kid

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