Little feet little hands
Little feet little hands
red, yellow, black or white
we are all a like in some kind of way
I have pain, I have tears,
I even bleed the same as you
you call me names
you say ugly things
as if it doesn't hurt
I'm a person too
I'm may not look as good
as you are even walk
and talk like you
just because I'm a little different
then you I have feelings too
I may cut my little feet or little hands
just to stop the pain
you might even see me on the
evening news
so keep your names and
ugly thoughts to yourself
try to say hi sometime
I might turn out to be a
friend you never had
little feet little hands
red, yellow, black or white
we are all a like in some kind of way
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