Race Thing

 

Race Thing

How do you want me to be nice to you?

If you immediately declared yourself,

When I expressed my feelings to you,

You immediately discriminated against me.

 

Because of the color of my skin,

You classified me without knowing,

But Juan Bosch was white.

But then, of the PLD.

 

I do not beg you to accept me,

So that I may be happy,

As the white lives without the black,

I will also live without you.

 

You think you're the ultimate,

Because of the fame of your color,

My love was not for your body

It was for your heart.

 

As white you offer beauty

As black I give love

But when time passes

We'll see, who will be better off.

 

Like the flower withered by the sun

Your beauty will dry up

But my love that is not of a child

For centuries will endure.

White are the flowers of coffee

And you are interested in color

But as long as the coffee does not turn black

No one can find the taste.

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