Shaded
With my hands held high, I'm stepping up & I'm stepping out,
to show my love of life, as I hold true to myself,
true to my word, which is to be seriously accepted & positively heard.
There's no mistaking just where I start or where I end,
There's no hidden message , when I call you friend.
I, can't be denied the love I have for my heritage,
or be judged by the color of my skin.
So don't look behind me, there's nothing to see,
Don't judge who's around me because, there won't be
Don't hold back, when it's not me
or lie because you're not sure what to believe.
Allow the words of my soul to soak in & through you flow,
For my word is, what holds me to be gold.
In these fields of words, there's treasures to be, told.
While I lay in the brown color of my skin, my heritage
my house hold, where I, was, brought up in
We can't be segregated or divisibly separated
due to our skin being shaded.
We can't fall or be evaded.
We rise to make it or nothing at all,
We strive with no reason to hide.
Pushing on with, our sworn love to our Brown Pride
Copyright © David Caldera | Year Posted 2008
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