We ponder the issues of pigmentation on the
realms of our vision that have institutionalized
our wording in this closer but further apart world
of one, two, three too many to mention on the diversity
of our species. We ponder that alluding question,
do you not like me for the pigmentation of my skin.

But then I think beneath the pigmentations of the white man,
"white man, do we look white? no where like an
un-cooked sausage is that racists when I say it myself?
but you utter the wording of not what we are humanity,
but the epidermis layer that defines each of us.

But we view with a narrow band, we are not
born blind we see each as neutral not defined by what
we are seen. But words contaminate are thoughts to what
we know as adults we see. But reflections are more than what is
seen, look upon ourselves for when we pass upon to others.

But the reality of our existence is questioned when life is
voided and our skin is but dust. Inside we are the same for
what is a skeleton the core of our being "White, Not other
than what our pigments designate our skin to be. We are all
the same inside there is nothing that can dismiss that, all are
as one humanity bleached of all outer dictations singular
as one we are all the same inside.