Black or White Why Does It Matter

By Annie   

Why are we judged by the color of our skin?
My skin is white and yours in black
with others a shade in between.
If I close my eyes, the color I don’t see.

Small children don’t care about the color
of their playmate’s face.
Their innocent mind lets them know friend or foe.
It doesn’t matter the race.

As we grow older, that’s what we hear and read
on radio, television, and newspaper.
Are they trying to convince us that we can’t get along
by pitting one against the other?

If only our eyes could not see skin color,
what a better world this would be.
My best friend could be black
and your best friend could be white
We could all live in harmony.

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