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My Culture

Look I’m really proud of my culture and all
But this what happens when i tell my story

I say I’m part of this culture
They say no your part of that
How on earth are you going to tell me what culture I’m apart of

They say your a Negro
Why?
Because of the color of my skin
They say well obviously

Racist

So here I go

Ever heard of a gene you cant see
Accesive genes can never be seen
Especially in the presence of a Dominant gene

Color means nothing
Is that all today is
What happened to respecting everyone and everything

I have the nice Puerto Rican blood that no one sees or belives

But guess what
It doesn’t matter because I know who I am and I love it.

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