Freshet of Shadeism
Tint of everyone is God's boon,
Then why we play
Politics of skin tone?
Some are fair, some are dark
Each soul has it's own spark.
Not every black is a bitch,
They are also human not a witch.
White skin may look bright,
But it's your view what you sight.
Behind every skin blood is red,
Then why in the freshet of Shadeism
Our society is dead?
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