The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall

Racism

Black, white, brown.

We're the colour of a racist society.

Honestly, it makes me a little blue.

The scenery isn't the story, it's the footnote.

Let's look inside ourselves and search for the image we want to sell.

Who wants a racist? 

Books covers are what idiots look at first.

The blurb is what opens our eyes and leads us to the characters.

Kids don't know but teenagers and adults should grow the fuck up.

You're either a slave, bomber or whatever the fuck people call white people.

"You're this." "You're that." Well mate, you're a twat. 

Isolation and disgusting words in every nation are just spreading hatred and all you're doing is embracing.

Colours are just leaving the world blind, and all we'll find is a destructive place where we kill on arrival with rifles and look around with blindfolds.

We only care about bullshit propaganda and that's making the war begin.

We can't win, not in this world with racism in.