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Nov 27, 2011
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SKIN COLOUR
You blush when I talk of ruddiness
Yet you stay in the sun all day
I heard you talk of colours
And refer these to mean men
Black is pitched against white
Red has nothing to do with brown
Mixed are termed colour in between
Racial scale rooted in discrimination
What tint of skin do you prefer?
Given a chance to make a choice
Charcoal black or snow white
It doesn’t really make a difference
Look not to the others as inferior
Nor yourself as superior
Red blood flows in our veins
Pigment is just skin surface deep
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t. reflexion
13 years 7 months ago
True
Those who use colour to feel either superior or inferior miss the true nature of self. Thank you.
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