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a reflection in the mirror
no color in your face
not sure who you are today
don’t wanna know your race
born in our neighborhood
taught yourself a different tongue
ashamed of what you used to be
we knew you when you were young
changed your looks with chemicals
insist we call you a different name
living in a fantasy
believing in your own game
traded in your culture
for something you never were
prefer to hang with “him”
when you used to hang with ‘her”
how does it feel to be a ghost
roaming free among the lost?
such a high price for anonymity
is it really worth the cost?
you take yourself so serious
but we’re laughing silently
we hope that you don’t hear us
we hope that you don’t see
we hope that you’ll agree
to see things differently
the way things ought to be
although you still are family
you are a ghost to me
