I can choose the words I’m speaking,
I may say things without fear,
I can wear just any fashion,
But can’t change the color of my skin.
I can earn degrees and money,
I can lead troops into war,
I can live in any city,
Cannot change my skin color.
Race, a privilege or burden?
All depends on whom you were born to,
Choices are not always handy,
Not for genes or one’s skin tone.
Theories, opinions in abundance,
Experts talking all day long,
Facts cross fiction and sob stories,
History by the wayside gone.
Life comes in so many colors,
Rainbow-range from light to dark,
You can have a million choices,
But always from within that same skin tone.