Under the skin lies the cue,
the real make up of me and you.
Skin games are just excuses,
cover ups for human abuses.
Heart and soul speaks louder,
impresses one to be prouder.

Everyones blood is red in color,
makes no difference of skin
under the collar.
Judging a book by its cover,
there is no real truth to discover.
We are all in the human race,
makes no difference
of the color of our face.

In the early sun rise,
it shines the same in all our eyes.
There is no discrimination,
color of face elimination.
As the moon shines so bright,
every soul see's its light,
we all experience night.

In total darkness of vision,
faces would not hold suspicion.
Only actions and character,
mistakes made after.
The color of faces,
show no traces,
of closed in spaces.
Beauty is only skin deep,
from within comes
the true peep.

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