Race to the Finish

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.