It's In The Skin

We’re sorry this place is reserved for another

It’s not your skin or your color

Nor the name of your mother

Or the many discrepancies you suffer

 

How can we have a revolution

Without a small contribution

That includes some type of solution

To this outdated constitution

 

Something that considers more than money or skin

When deciding who gets in

The status quo shouldn’t be the latest trend

Now that’s something we can all comprehend

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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