The Color of My Skin
The Color of My Skin
Why do you hate the color of my skin.
Is it that you think I'm inferior from within;
Or can you see that natural man in me,
If so its because my soul is of reality.
Why do you hate the intelect of my mind,
Or can you say it possesses more then time;
If so, why do you treat me so unkind.
Why do you hate the pattern of my speech,
Is it morally sound for you to teach;
Mend your way of life or I'll be,
Locked in this cage from reality....
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