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I love the color of my skin
And I love the culture that I carry within
Loving someone who is different will never change a thing 
Slavery Is over but racism is still going on
But the actions of a few shouldn’t make loving out of my race wrong 
My intentions are not about the newborn with nice eyes and curly hair 
It is about admiring someone even if they look rare 
This is suppose to be the generation that is accepting and woke 
But why when I bring up someone different everyone’s mind is in smoke?
Why should anyone care about who has my heart? 
The closed minded and bias people is what is tearing this world apart 
And no I will never speak down on my kind 
I know where I come from and there is no leaving that behind 
So next time you are questioning who I’ve been with 
Remind yourself that it is none of your business