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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