Identity


           I’m dancing next to you and you don’t even notice, maybe because my eyes aren’t blue like yours. My skin is darker than yours, my hair is almost as blonde as yours but the thing is that my roots are dark like tree bark. 


Other people don’t see me the way you do, if they don’t know me and they were to see me they would think I have money because of my fair skin and with that money I could buy myself everything in the world. The truth is that because of my light skin I do not have the same possibilities of those who are of Caucasian descent.






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