A Brown Man's Perspective
I'am brown, never been black, never been down.
Being called black, is a deep, dark, degrading name,
that another man gave us, while our ancestor's were still chained.
I'am brown, for the simple reason, that when the weather changes,
my skin don't change, with the season. I might turn darker, by
getting a tan, but when another man buy's one, does that make
him a black man.? Being called black, for many of years, didn't
change nothing, through hard work, sweat and tears. It simply
made you a color, not your choice, but put you in a situation,
without a true voice. Only God can judge, all of our true colors,
until then, one man's color, shouldn't be judged, by another.
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