It's the hurt in my heart I feel when I'm looked over by what Seems to be the world. It's the Pain of dealing with Instructors and personnel that don't have time, look over me, and treat me unfairly because they're impatient and don't care . It's the deep Pain of Seeing a Black man who doesn't recognize me for my Beauty and Worth. Without me our race will cease To Exist . Copyright 1995 Kaleidoscope .
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