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Nov 2016
If I had no picture no name and just words written what would you think?
Would you know if i was black, white, puerto rican, or asian?
What about if i talked about going to jail and my mom being on drugs and my dad not being around; what color would i be then?
What if talked about my mom being a nurse and my dad owned a law firm, what color would you think i was?
What if i talked about my latina grandmother that smoke cigarettes and my uncle that smokes cigars and wheres shirts with flowers on them with straw hats; what color would you think i was?
Truth is you can't tell,
Well, maybe you can but i don't think you should judge
Because, no matter what was said, you don't know who i am or where i once was.
The important thing is that i have become someone better
Im not who i used to be
This is a different side,,So you better recognize
And get used to me.
The Stereotype....
Jay Heart
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Jay Heart  In A Fantasy World
(In A Fantasy World)   
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