I was born brown.
My mother preferred the colour.
I was all for maroon but
No one asked me
Well here I am,
With skin the colour of dirt.
Ah! Maybe that's why you treat me like it.
My mother preferred the colour.
I was all for maroon but
No one asked me
Well here I am,
With skin the colour of dirt.
Ah! Maybe that's why you treat me like it.
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