Colors

People look at the world and say, they only see black and white;
But I couldn’t say that honestly, not even with all my might.
When I see the world, I see brown, orange, and cream;
I see colors from the lightest to the darkest and everything in between.
When I look at the world, I see hurting of inisent people;
Doesn’t matter what their are, whether it’s Johnson, or Trepal.
See, they’re still hurting and being judged because of their color;,
But to me, they’re still all my sisters & brothers.
So when someone acts me, when I look at the world, what do I see?
I say I see hurting people, all different colors, just like me.

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