Can you please look beyond the colour of my skin.
And see what lies beneath, feel my emotions within.
Will you then agree and realise we are all the same?
So why does the hatred from some still remain?

My heart beats as yours, we breathe the same air.
Everything about us, except our skin colour we share.
Cut me on the outside, you'll see my blood runs red.
Hurt me on the inside, familiar tears you'll see shed.

People are born equal or that's how it should be.
Everyone should respect every skin colour they see.
Because colour is just colour, and nothing more.
But due to my colour, hardship, I expect to endure.

Tearfully, my young children ask me why this is so.
I try to answer them, but find the words won't flow.
As such ignorance and prejudice is hard to explain.
As beneath any skin colour, we're simply all the same.