Blended to Grey.
How do my genetics decide what I get and
why does my pigmentation determine the quality of my life?
How am I expected to be calm when I'm constantly threatened
with the personal encounter with the afterlife?
Spreading hate, you'd think people would tire,
but no.
I say its wrong and they call me a liar.
"Let it go,"
they say.
"You don't know,"
they say.
But I know more than you and your hate can ever comprehend.
You and your bigoted lifestyle,
living in ignorance and--all the while--
children are dying 'cause your skin and theirs just couldn't blend.
Oh, I know more than you and your hate can ever comprehend.