Skin Colors
Dark sympathizes with the night
The light understands what's with the day
Colors labeled what's on left and right
Giving reason to who'll go and stay
Simply justice that was out of sight
Don't know that day and night are made of clay
That grays are whites
And whites are grays
Skin colors supposed to be no height
Something we have to weigh
But why with it we've learned to spiked
And distance our hearts some miles away
So what's the beauty of that site
Let us all hope that there'll be a place one day
Where grays are whites
And whites are grays
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