The Color of My Face


We are not born to be prejudiced
It is taught along the way
I say this with much emphasis
And here is what I say . . .

I opened my eyes and ears
And discovered this-it's true
Different races they feared
People that I knew

Though they were the first to say
Prejudice they were not
I talked to them night and day
My words repeated like a robot

Trying to shed some light
That no race or religion is best
That, too, the disabled have rights
That on Earth we are all God's guests

I talked and talked for hours
Until I became blue in the face
I tried to use my verbal power
Though use it with the utmost grace

They said I had changed a lot
I suppose because I was blue in the face
I was then shot
Because I was now a different race

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