Freedom of Skin

When I look at you, 

I don't see flesh,

I don't see flush, 

I don't see purple, pink, or white.

I don't see rummors, 

I don't see prejudice. 

I don' see BLACK, 

I don't see WHITE.

But I do hear your beating heart. 

A heart that beats just like mine. 

In fact it bleeds just like mine.

A heart that scared and hurt like you, 

My heart is indeed broken too. 

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