If I am white,

And you are black.

Why am I treated right,

And you treated worse than that?

Our blood is red,

And our teeth are white.

We all have heads,

But some arn't bright.

We say mean things,

And pull your hair.

We taunt and sing,

But we don't care.

We walk around,

Our heads stuck high.

And you are brown,

A target in our eye.

When we use the term 'black',

We watch your eyes look in fright.

We know you'll never fight back,

When we watch your eyes shut tight.

But not all whites are cruel and mean,

We want to help another.

Bring some peace,

Maybe be friends with each other.

Sometimes when I lay awake at night,

I think about our past.

It's always 'blacks' vs. 'whites',

Or 'whites' vs. 'blacks'.

Why can't brown just be a color,

And we just be just friends.

Instead of being above one another,

We can put the rankings to an end.

For pink is just a color,

Used for roses and flowers.

But when we say black it's a called name,

Instead of a color used in artworks.

But listen my dear friend,

We can be quite mean.

Some will take a stand,

And maybe one day my words will mean something.