Skin
Cells bound together,
Made to endure any form of weather.
This skin is judged and is judged for one reason.
The color of the skin; a color that does not change as the seasons.
Whether white, black, brown or yellow
People in this world choose to judge each and every fellow.
Why judge, when we are all the same.
One creation that with unity, can reign.
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