I do not know the answers, I still question. I come to dead ends on my journey, I still ponder.
What does our color signify? Can White be raised Black? I see my color, Does it end there, at sight?
I do not know the color of the One, Does it matter? Will it all come down to skin? Does it matter?
Painter, writer, brother, Student, lover, friend, So when I recognize race, Is the rest 'sposed to disapear?
A shadow has no race, A simple glipse of Grey. But a soul of color, Can it be? Can it be?
Trying hard to focus, Searching deep the core. I cannot say I'm black, But Black forevermore.
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