The black one

The skin's black, the world can see it, the sunlight reflects it... Love the skin color, but often, the very skin thinks it's most superior to it fellow blacks. Every chance it'd get, it'd hunt it own color, telling how different it is from it own. But a constant voice within keep yelling...."I wish the black man will love and accept it's own skin-like and sees it as not being different from it's own, nor a threat but rather as brothers, as sisters with the same history".