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We are all human, skin and bone.
Though our color may be different,
A true human will still be shown.

Would you believe me if I were to tell you
That people avail themselves of my dark skin.
And though the fierce anger and hatred still grew,
No retribution was served, we wouldn’t win.
Shouts from mumbledypeg filled the atmosphere
As young children laughed from their jollity,
Their understanding of racism unclear.
I was excluded from this frivolity.
Ostracized was I from this society,
The frivolous proof plaguing my tired mind.
For I had caused no fear or anxiety,
But they despised the lurid color of my kind.

We are all human, skin and bone.
Though our color may be different,
A true human will still be shown.

If I were to tell you I would overcome,
Would your impudent mouth shoot criticisms?
Convincing me that it could not be done,
Rakishly watching me trust your sophism.
But what if I were to filch your way of living
And leave you to face the gaffe of your color,
My definition of beauty misgiving.
“What is wrong with my skin” you would holler.
For in the cyclonic mix of emotions
Your mind would distort the true reality.
It is not your color that fuels their notions,
But rather the perception of you they see.

We are all human, skin and bone.
Though our color may be different,
A true human will still be shown.

You and me, there is no difference that we bear,
For what is a person truly made up of?
Be it their length of hair or the clothes they wear,
The elicited admiration they love.
Is it the sobriquet that they don’t question?
That awful name meant to put them in their place.
Or the mask that belies their true expression
That they place with care across their morose face.
The difference that you seek is not what you want,
For what you are searching for does not exist.
Like a debutante this new idea will flaunt
Brought to life, it is more than a simple list.

We are all human, skin and bone.
Though our color may be different,
A true human will still be shown.

Masochists may approve of this unfair storm,
But for me I’d rather spread my wings and fly.
Out of the cage that will continue to form
I’ll sing this onerous task and take to the sky.
Enraptured by the disconnected feeling,
Your marauding ways will harm me no longer.
My fragmentized heart will begin its healing,
Away from my bungalow it grows stronger.
Your insults and harsh words begin to decay.
I have overcome, and though you doubted me,
Out of the cage of my skin I will stay.
Nothing can ever stop me, for I am free.

We are all human, skin and bone.
Though our color may be different,
A true human will still be shown.




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