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Why is it that everyone always picked on me, When all I wanted to do was be let in? I was always good at sports and people couldn’t see Through the stereotype of different colored skin. I was no different from any other kid in school When it came to participation is class, or grades. From the beginning, I was told I was uncool And, almost as a weekly ritual, I was hazed. As I got older, people still treated me the same, But after I left and came back, it all went away. People remembered who I was, even my name. I guess they decided me being white was okay.