If you don't see color
you don't see me.
How can you?
Why would you think that
those words would
make me feel any better?
People ridicule me,
beat me,
hate me
because of my skin,
my beauty,
my heartache,
my hardships; I'm wearing thin,
and you say
you don't see it?
You don't see my struggle if you say that,
you don't see my beauty,
my pain,
my tanness,
my coily hair,
my lips,
my hips,
my blood stains.
You don't see.
How's your vision 20-20 but you see less than me?
a/n
song: say their names ft. kai ca$h, futuristic, trey budden, cash flow, sydney renae, kiyanne, coco jones
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