I see in your eyes, unwavering attention
Is it the flash of astounded disbelief
Of breathing in the same sir as me
Of is it in mine that you see
The silence of true grief.
It's funny you think it's your lack of melanin
and not your lack of sustained rational thought
that makes you the master of all time
inconsiderate of the wars I have fought.
But dear friend,
No matter what my race, what my creed,
I am black, I am white
and every colour in between
For when I'll fly,
my wings will flicker so fast
that no colour of my skin
you will be able to see
You will be able to see.