"I don't really like my own reflection,
A mix of him and her,
Complexion,
You don't believe me because of her half,
But if you knew his part,
You'd get quite a laugh,

Neither one perfect,
Does that mean I'm the worst?
A mixed child,
Gray,
Am I truly cursed?
An outcast from both sides,
Is it true that my insides,
My heart
Matters less than the color of my skin?
"smart..."

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"We try so hard,
To be what we want to be,
We try so hard,
Not to be who they learned to be,
But looking in the mirror,
With tears,
Never been clearer...

I can see his smile,
I can see her structure,
I have his hands,
I have her voice,
And well, the hair, a mix of both...
Making me remember...
All the times I can't forget...

With this smile he act so happy
Never knowing all my pain,

With her structure I remember,
The stone faced glances that she's made,

To have these hands and have this voice,
I really never had a choice...
Heard the fights from dusk till dawn,
All we could do was fight along...

Easy budged and paranoia,
I got from him now after all...

The bitterness of past events,
She gave I hear it in my tone...

Even so, they gave me also good...
These eyes of mine are mine to keep,
A lullaby as I drift off... To sleep"

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