Its His Skin
They stare at him,
Like he's a monster.
He's just like me
And you,
Just different.
I'M not like you,
So why not
Stare at ME?
It's his skin,
They say,
That separates him.
That makes him,
No good...too different....
Too different
To socialize with,
Or recognize.
I.....
I keep looking....
And I don't see it.
I see....
I see...
I see
A good person at heart,
Recognize
His kindness.
I see no skin,
Only his soul.
I wonder,
If MY skin
Were different,
Would I be looked at,
The way he's looked at?
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