I can't say what I think
cause it might hurt your feelings
I can't say what I feel
and that keeps me from healing
I can't share what's on my mind
cause it might stir a commotion
So much we hold deep inside
it could fill up the ocean
From religion to to race
politics to finances
Every soul, every face
zombies walking in trances
We hold so much back
we are not what we seem
We appear white and black
cause no one sees in between
In a world of correctness
completely void of passion
Wanting only acceptance
we find has gone out of fashion
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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