Skin, be it ivory, brown, pale
is the cloak of our body
within which we are born-
our self worth is in.
we all start human
and end up human,
our blood runs red
as our hearts beat as one,
we share the same fear
we shed the same tears
we breathe the same air
we share the same year,
we are all born to die
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