Black or White
Black or white is not just a color we see,
It's the way the world views you and me,
Leaving no hope to be, the gray in between or anything else.
So you place me on a shelf,
Left alone, all by myself,
And yet, my color does not define me,
Though it may astonish thee,
I am more than the color you see,
Once bound but now I'm free,
The blood inside is red indeed,
And if you prick me, I will bleed,
But...it won't be,
Black or White..
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