Its His Skin

They stare at him, Like he's a monster. He's just like me And you, Just different. I'M not like you, So why not Stare at ME? It's his skin, They say, That separates him. That makes him, No good...too different.... Too different To socialize with, Or recognize. I..... I keep looking.... And I don't see it. I see.... I see... I see A good person at heart, Recognize His kindness. I see no skin, Only his soul. I wonder, If MY skin Were different, Would I be looked at, The way he's looked at?