I’m not the only one
But sometimes, I’m the lonely one
I found my people
Not in a church or a steeple
But out there, where they care
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Some are black
Some are white
Others are shades between
Yet we all love
Only separated by the borders in our minds
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Make yourself useful they say
But we spend most of our day
Slaving for pay
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Comments (4)
“Borders in our minds”..that’s a very interesting turn of phrase!! ☺️👏
Each with a wisdom all their own.
'Make yourself useful they say But we spend most of our day Slaving for pay' Is way too relatable!! Well written
Last one hit hard