I may not be your color
I may not be your kin
I may be the oppression you think you’re fighting against
But I sure am not one of them.

My pale face longs to love yours
For I see you as my brother
My sister
You mean as much to me as any other.

Do you see me now
A helping hand
Ready to fight alongside of you
Until the very end?

We all just want to be loved
So then we can be free
But I know that you don’t like the others
That look just like me.

I will stand.