Melanin

Wash away the sins of the father Release your head from the sand Try to start again Or ignore the reaching hand Who are you to judge over a body? A way of life? A face growing weary and thin? Restless, are we still so cold? Are we a plague to ourselves, made of mildew and mould? Pigment and porcelain statues refuse to give in Committing evil against humanity Fighting a war against prejudice Over melanin produced in the skin Find the key others have found before Let their voices be your guide Open your mind to the reality of death’s door To find the ignorance from inside Refuse to accept anything but truth And choose to refuse the lies And move forward into a new world Where melanin doesn’t depict who lives and who dies