Blind
You try to tell me, that we are not one
You try to tell him that he is not like me
You want to separate us
But what you don’t see is that we are truly together
You are me, I am you, you are him and her!
We should stop trying to find out what makes us different
Instead, come together as one.
Martin Luther King left us with his dream,
A dream that is close to becoming reality,
A place where no one is colorblind,
Where we all accept everyone for who they are,
He had a dream that will become reality.
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