Color Blind

I’m color blind What can I say? Under the sun’s rays We are all the same. Black or white Does it truly matter? Rosa Parks was right She knew better. There’s chocolate Cream, sugar, and spice All these things that make up the nice The “N” word is used just a little too much The people who spit with utter disgust We’re all the same species, Cut from the same cloth. Made from God’s hand, Like flames to a moth. The world is changing, though For better or for worse, New movements are coming, And they’ll impact us No matter how diverse.