They live and Breathe
Words are spoken
Yet there is a separation
Race seems to be a curse
Needs to be a turnaround in reverse
Change in attitude and thinking
Transforming the Tongue
Race created from a higher calling becoming among
Together we stand and fall
Race is like half and half
One side Embraces and the other side avoids
Words sound alike, but becomes uncertainty
Assumption bound
Hatred in the sound
Guilt in refusing
Concept in not accepting, but aiming high in not wanting to know
One day, One day, all voices coming together in unity
Not like us
No need to cuss nor fuss
All races are the added plus.