To the girl I loved;
You are white. She is black. He is pale. They are brown.
We were told everyone is equal when in fact no one is treated equally.
But if you were given a choice to choose a race, which one would you choose? Or would you remain the same?
No, the real question starts from here.
Do you love yourself for who you are?
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The Girl I loved
PoetryHe watched her from afar and admired her. She didn't love herself so he made her feel loved by sending her mini love messages but didn't realize he ended up falling for her. cover by; forbeslist
