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Feb 2016
Why
The fight against the color of my skin never stopped
Neither did the prejudice,blame,seperation and hate
And here I am suffering the yoke because my skin has more melanin
and here i am trying to make amends
burying the hatchet that is reddened by my blood
because you dug it right into my back

is my brown/olive skin such an abomination to you?
so much that you want to ban me from your territory
if history has taught us anything is that colour doesnt matter
but i guess in your minds the reason why you commit crimes is because of me
Am I that different that you persecute me

You are the first developed but you are the most primitive
How ******* ironic.
Written by
Daniel Jacha  Zimbabwe
(Zimbabwe)   
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