Red is Red

My blood is red So is theirs Yet for me I get more stares Because I’m a darker shade But would there be a difference if we were all painted gray A neutral color and no one would know That I was black and they were white Yet in that time were taught to fight To hate one another because they didn’t look right An internal struggle between what is wrong and what is right The past is the past It should stay that way Because in the present we have no hate Cause in a way we are all a shade of gray A mixed world where we are all the same My blood is red So is theirs And today I don’t get any stares