I go home to an empty room,
And stare at the white wall,
Reminds me of the recess kids,
That pick on me when we play ball,
Waking up to eternal doom,
Then out of bed I crawl,
There's just way to many stresses,
So I just hide away and stall,
Eventually school starts way to soon,
Feeling worthless and small,
Always having second guesses,
It's just a constant inner brawl.
The world is not a perfect place and it's unfortunate that racial discrimination still exist. Kudos to you for writing on a sensitive social issue.
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I would like to translate this poem
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