I am black. I am white. 

Why does it matter? 

All we do is fight.

All we do is chatter.

Why cant we accept were all different?

I am black. I am white. 

All of this behavior is belligerent.

We all want power.

We all want to be someone. 

But all we do is cower.

To change you must become one. 

You need to accept that we are not the same. 

We never will be. 

All of this hatred and who takes the blame?

No one that's who.

I am black. I am white.

Now I guess it is time for goodnight. 

I am black you are white. 

I won't go down without a fight.


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