She lived in world
Where everyone was the same
Brown skin,
Black hair,
Black eyes,
A sad little compromise
She lived in a world
Where she knew nothing better
Than the temple down the street
And the sad little corner beggar.
She lived in a world of familiarity and comfort
Of joy and family.
Where we were all the same
But it was a fallacy
Because she lived in a world that
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