E-racism
Quarters, nickels, and dimes can change hands every day.
Each face different, but to a child, they only see them as gray.
Open your hearts like a target register.
And see the world like a child
You'll see its for the better.
Skin colors
Each face different,but to a child, they only see them as a person.
Black, white, yellow, blue, brown, or green.
We are all the same like lines on a sheet.
Change is more than currency.
Its blurring the lines and stirring the meek.
E-racism.
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