What We Are
The color of your skin
Does not change the color of your heart.
When you bleed alongside me
There is no difference.
We feel the same,
The same anger and fear.
The same.
That is what we are.
The color of my skin
Does not change the color of my heart.
When I bleed alongside you
There is no difference.
I live alongside you
As a brother or a sister.
Siblings.
The same.
That is what we are.
We live as one
Because we are one.
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