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What Is Wrong With That?

I see the world what is wrong with that? I hear the world what is wrong with that?! I feel the world What is wrong with tahe?! I am perfectly normsl I do not sit in a wheelchair or use crutches or a cane Yet I am made guilty because I am who I am I have white skin And it is treated like it is a sin Although I have as little choice over it as antone I am me Yet I am accused of long done deeds. Like the blod is on my hands. Accuse me of a crime that I have committed and I will stand trial, But do not blame me for something that was not done by me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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