Like that ugly duckling we all learned about,
Brought up and filled with inklings of doubt,
"You aren't the same and don't deserve much more
The color of your skin denounces your worth"
A body of the same desire and burn
Forced to destroy and endlessly work
For rights that should have come with their birth
Capable minds forced to live in remorse
Over something as minor as dead skin
Particles lying over their bones
Yet we treated them poor like we were the owners
Of the world,
Because our pigments happen to be white,
But our minds and organs are all of the same,
And the color of skin doesn't take from the flame
That burns in the heart of those with a dream
That fight for the passions they feel in their core
Fighting for the rights that we all live for
And the intricate idea of black AND white
No longer being a setting for our cameras light
But a reality in which we live with our lives
Ignoring the useless purpose of race
Where the little black kid from down the street
Can play without the fear of our uneasy fleet
A dream that barely exists today
For our feet don't run but our minds still judge
They're still waiting for the day where we won't think much
Of a different raced man adjacent on the bus
Who realizes what they think they all know
About the stupid dead skin lying above his bones.