Outside My Skin

I hear people saying things I hear them calling one another names Names full of hatred and bigotry Who am I outside my skin? Day after another their hands are itching to devour. They seek to devour those different from their skins. I can live with my skin yet they don’t realize. Who are we outside our skins? History has a story to tell Humans fought over dominance yet they accomplished nothing. Which skin is the best, black or white? Who are we outside our skins? Humanity has left humans Humanity they regard as weakness Humility left without a trace on human species How did prejudice overthrow humanity? My skin is not me, but a trace back to my forefathers My skin does not mean that I am well-off My skin does not mean that I am underprivileged Outside my skin I’m a living soul.