Hero
They say we are separate but equal
Judged by the color of our skin
Not the character of our heart
What does freedom exactly mean
When everyday tasks are a struggle
No man is the same as another
That defines the term individual
All shapes and sizes are accepted
But yet the color of skin is discriminated on
One voice is not enough to change the country
So I continue to pray that that voice will emerge soon
The life I am living is not the American Dream
I trust the future holds hope
All we have is each other
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