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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