the shade of our skin,

the color of our eyes,

the shape of our noses,

the way our hair falls,

things we don’t decide

yet they seem to be 

deciding factors in how we see eachother,

deciding factors of how we treat eachother,

and the label you stick behind it,

telling me this beauty is better than that beauty

but youre the one who’s ugly inside,

these words you stick to human perceptions called race,

yet we all bleed red

This poem is about: 
Our world


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