The Colors of Faces
There are many different colors,
that I see on many faces.
I see them on many people,
and in many different places.
What kind of colors do you think I see?
The obvious ones, or the most clear,
the ones you see on the skin,
or the ones that fill you with fear?
I see the colors that shine on your soul.
The ones that tell me who you are,
and what is your way of thinking,
and how sure I am you’ll get far.
How can one judge a person by the outside color?
When they don’t even know their own from within,
not seeming to find a finish line,
because they didn’t even begin.
The issue on race is problematic, mostly because
there are separations like race to begin with.
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