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You don’t even need to be born
You’ve got already labels pinned to your back

You’ve got a certain skin colour
A supposed form of your eyes
You’ve got a family background

Working class or highest society?

You’ve got a gender
You are going to be born into a certain country

Will it be Iran or Pakistan?
Will it be Scotland or Poland?
Will it be North Korea or Israel?
Will it be Russia or Trinidad and Tobago?

You are never going to be a blank page to the world
But you will always going to be a blank page to yourself.