Like a Ghost
I'm just a ghost in this place,
made of flesh and bone
though I have a friendly face
I still feel so alone.
I walk by people every day,
but rarely do they see
beyond the flaws and race of skin
the things that make me, me...
But people unfairly judge,
they don't try to understand
but a rainbow never does
the colors unite strand by strand.
Nature works hand in hand,
when people rarely do
it's time you start to understand
buy yourself a clue.
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