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Apr 2015
Blue,
When you call him black.

Blue,
When you call her white.

Blue,
When you judge my skin tone.

Is that all you see in me?
Won't you take a closer peek?

Beneath all this, you and I,
Believe it or not,
We are the same,

Just a body.

We move,
We talk,
We think.
And that's the most important thing.

And while talking on the phone,
You can't hear my tone.
So talk to me.
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Fernanda Rangel
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Fernanda Rangel  21/F/Arizona
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