Red is Red

My blood is red
So is theirs
Yet for me I get more stares
Because I’m a darker shade
But would there be a difference if we were all painted gray
A neutral color and no one would know
That I was black and they were white
Yet in that time were taught to fight
To hate one another because they didn’t look right
An internal struggle between what is wrong and what is right
The past is the past
It should stay that way
Because in the present we have no hate
Cause in a way we are all a shade of gray
A mixed world where we are all the same
My blood is red
So is theirs
And today I don’t get any stares


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