Life is better in Color
RIP to those who died because of the color of their skin, you made life more colorful, you will be missed
Part I:
What's the difference between sunsets & sunrise?
They're both light, merely different shades of each side.
Keeping that in mind; I'm black, You're white,
We're both human so why fight?
Put yourself in my shoes, Take a glimpse into my world,
Its all about perspective & you not realizing this breaks my heart.
Part II:
We're all arrays of color
Dark skin, light skin & All shades in between
We embody the glory of nature
We were made like this
We are beautiful
About the Creator
Immanuel Abiodun
Author, Philosopher & Philanthropist
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