Red, yellow, black, white, is value based on color when it comes to human life?
Why do we hesitate to lend a hand--to a broken woman or a wounded man?
If someone is a little different than what we think they ought to be, does that give us the right to treat them unequally?
These are the questions that I often think about, the road of prejudice is closed for maintenance it's time to take a different route.
All my life I've dealt with stares when they see the color of my face
but if we can see only one color than we will only see one race.
All I ask is that instead of seeing skin, we turn a few more pages and read the book that's deep within.

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