My skin may be black
But my mind is humane
I do not harbour prejudice
I do not despise the world
I only want to be respected
Maybe you would understand me
If you are patient enough to give me a chance
A heart that sees the world with compassion
I bear the strife of the beggars on the street
The agony of a helpless teenager molested
Yet helpless, I am but neglected by society
A victims' prone to diseases and castigation
Please do not judge me by the colour of my skin
But by the sincerity in my heart
Together we can build a perfect world
Where love is all that matters
Because I am not born with a silver spoon
Does not mean I do not have a right
To the luxury of life that you enjoy
A home with a loving family
There are millions without shelter
How can I breathe if I am on life support?
Yet the darkness refuses to go away
With no friend around to play with
Always I have thought the sky will be bright
Dreams will fly freely above the cloud
The colour of my skin is all that I have
Look through my eyes, It is my pride
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