I can change the world,
Starting with a dream,
One building block,
Upon another,
I just want a change,
I am not an automaton,
A machine,
But a life changer.
Let me sit by a man or woman of a darker colour,
Let the woman behind me be my sister,
The young boy who had to rendezvous to the back,
He will be my brother,
Forever and always.
Peel away our outermost layer of some colour or another,
Let it be caucasian, african, hispanic, you, me,
Something in between,
Look inside, beneath,
We all have the same blood and flesh,
Bone and brain,
Let it be from Asia or Europe or something in between,
Black, white, blue, orange,
What have we come to?
When even now I am judged by race and not person.
I am a human not a colour,
I have the same innerworkings and bones and insides,
The colour of our hearts are all the same aren’t they?
Judge me by my inside not my skin that holds it all in.
Let me be human not skin tone,
Let us change the world,
Not by being a group of billions,
Let us be one,
Together,
Because even though the skin that holds it all in might be a little diverse,
Aren’t our hearts all equal?