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Red | Sravani Singampalli

I am always ignored
I am always humiliated
I am always cheated
Is this all just because
Of my skin colour?
They say people with
Darker skin are aliens
But isn’t the colour
Of our blood the selfsame?
When did we become aliens?
We all are from the same race
The colour of our blood Red.

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