You think I don't feel that awkwardness when my race stands next to yours. You're not the only one who's uncomfortable. I'm sorry I wasn't the same colour as you. I'm sorry you weren't the same colour as me. It's all works out in the end though. We get past it.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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poignant, simple and beautiful
Color is the outer shell but its the stuff inside that really counts
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