Look at them with their pale skin

Oh, how I hate them so.

Look at them with their heads held high.

They will never understand.

Now there are us with the chocolate in our skin, the melanin running through our veins.

Oh, how I hate it so?

This isn’t how it supposed to be: two colors at war,

A war that can no longer be stopped because it started so long ago.

Look at usand how far we have come from bonds and shackles to police brutality.

Do you want to know how far we have come?

Look at us were right back to where we started, fighting for rights.

Us have never stopped.

Look at them, they will never understand

How it feels to have melanin in your skin.

To be fighting the good fight.

Oh I how I hate them so,

Maybe because I will never be like them.

Oh how I hate us so,

Maybe because we're fighting a fight we might never win.

Both sides will never understand the other

Some say it isn’t about color

We say: it is

How can we unite, but from the beginning were already on opposite sides.

Oh, I am not saying that all them are bad.

There are bad us in the world in the world too.

Us

Me.

Them.

There will always be a war between the two colors

Maybe we were born to be opposites from the start.

We’re like yin and yang except that we don’t balance ourselves out.

There are some of them who do agree with us,

But then there are those Them that make me sad to be who I am

Who are us?

Who are them?

Why can’t these colors come together to fight a good fight?

Who are us?

Who are them?

Aren’t we the same?

Why do colors matter?

Maybe if we were all the same, no one would see us or them.

Maybe there would be unity.

Maybe there would be peace.

Just maybe us can learn to love who we are.

Maybe

We can learn to accept the color of our skin.