In His Image
Tissue,pigmented,black,brown or white,
Everyone equal in the creator's sight;
Whatever shaded membrane skin,
Just a covering,layered thin.
Purely an accident of birth,
Never a value of our worth;
Customs and culture the true divide,
Ignorance its willing guide.
Repercussion and backlash,we reap
When our thinking,stays skin deep.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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