Dec 2014
Hide the scars,
don't let them see.
They'll call you a ****,
just as they please.
You drink Starbucks,
you take selfies.
You're a White Girl,
you see.
You're hair is red
with your Irish genes.
You are a ginger
with no soul in thee.
Your skin is colored,
your hair so dark.
You are a criminal,
that's how they see.
don't let them see.
They'll call you a ****,
just as they please.
You drink Starbucks,
you take selfies.
You're a White Girl,
you see.
You're hair is red
with your Irish genes.
You are a ginger
with no soul in thee.
Your skin is colored,
your hair so dark.
You are a criminal,
that's how they see.
I really hate some of the stereotypes out there, honestly.
(In the depths of my soul.)
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