I am black and blonde and sometimes blue but proud to be unique and I suffer deeply when someone calls me freak
I find myself pondering my life if I wasn’t in the skin I’m in.
And does my feeling bullied mean my skin is very thin?
What a privilege our skin is, in its many shades
brown or pink or yellow or the funny hues we turn, as summer colors fade
Everybody’s got their own skin they’re in, a billion shades and more.
Colors’ just skin deep, is that worth fighting for?
We are one race, one people, and as we begin to blend
The family feud over shade of skin will someday hallelujah come to its final end
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