An Integrationist Paradigm

When I, a black man, invisibly commute Passing every sight as good as mine I must be sensible to the solemn truth The mantle of my soul by God's design Is made absent by accidental blindness But because, like me, earth's still in darkness. Let us then embrace face to face For I'm outwardly the all of your race. Night provides a bridge across my skin Love provides a door for you to come in.