Shame can make a white man red
A wound will black and blue
The skin has pink overtone
Unless reflection changes hue
The summers turn the skin to brown
The winters, like a ghost
So when you call out, Colored Man
The white man changes most
Our eyes should see the world in wonder
Our people's should never judge
We are blessed to have an Earth of color
Live in peace with everyone
(06/29/2018)
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