Thick Skin
In my journey of life, I have seen
I have heard a lot and of all the crimes
And of all the times, I have witness man being unkind
In my research and in my search
I have learnt that this fur,
They wear has a generational curse
But I swear, I wont tear
Neither will I shed a tear nor will I fear
Because in these times, I have a lot to share
They are not a plaque
They are not unkind
Nor are they one of a kind
So why do you choose to treat their kind
As though they are the scums of your time
Why must you be so unkind
How many waters must their cross
How many mountains must their climb
Before you men of these times stop suppressing them
The fur they wear keeps them warm and it protects them from the sun
So that their hearts wont be scorched
By the harsh words and treatment they may receive
All because mankind choose not to treat them as their equal.
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