Black or white
its all the same
I hate the fact you play this game.
And 'cause your white
your better then me
maybe this poem will help you see.

God made you the same as me
Color was his added touch
I doubt he intended it to
to cause this type of pain so much

The sky is blue
the trees are green
colors something meant to be seen
not something to be ashamed of
or bitter about.
I wish for this problem we could talk this out.

My skin is dark
yours may be light
but I dont see why
we have to fight.
Why not join together
let bitter ones know
a resoloution is near
theres nowhere to go.