Colored Misonceptions

Hurting eyes They all saw it as they walked on by On the ground, ready to cry But in their hearts, they were ready to rise Different skin Same hearts, just within Hearts didn’t matter, not back then Now that skin reminds them where they’ve been Bus seats Simple words, greatest feats A seat to guard them from the streets Now no seat can mark the elite Unified nation Describing the fight against segregation When skin should not dignify ones damnation Nations to no longer represent separation