Colors
Some people look at the world and say, they only see black and white,
But I couldn’t say that honestly, not even with all my might.
When I see the world, I see brown, orange, and cream,
I see colors from the lightest to the darkest and everything in between.
When I look at the world, I see hurting of inisent people,
Doesn’t matter what their first or last names are, whether it’s Johnson, or Trepal.
Because see, they’re still hurting and being judged because of their colors,
But to me, they’re still all my sisters & brothers.
So when someone acts me, when I look at the world, what do I see?
I say I see hurting people, all different colors, just like me
Copyright © Maria Price | Year Posted 2007
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