May I ask you something ?
Something that has been bothering me much lately ,
Something rather daunting .
Could we be friends if I were poor ?
Could we be friends if I were not one of your own ?
Could we laugh at our joys and happiness together ?
Would you be here at my darkest moments?
Could you have seen past my colour and still said hello ?
My colour does not define me ,
Nor my looks tell you nothing of me,
My race and my beliefs are what I’m made of ,
Without my beliefs , where do I stand ?
All I ask of you is to treat me equal as to one of your own ,
If this little favour I ask of you may seem like a vex,
Or may even put you in a predicament state ,
Then I ask of you to look back at yourself ,
At your love ones,
Being judged on her colour ,
On her looks and on her faith .
Would you still say hello?