if there's one thing that i learned back in art class
it's that when you bring different colors together that contrast
it can be messy but it also can be beautiful
with patience and determination to see beyond the usual
but the problem that i see throughout history
we try to erase race instead of thinking artistically
blame the different colors instead of taking responsibility
to pick up our own brush and paint the reality that we wish to see
see Martin Luther King (Jr.) had a dream
where white and black came together like cookies and cream
a complementary combination so sweet
if you try to separate the two they feel incomplete
so taste and see and let your taste buds testify
we're better together so don't believe the devil's lie
skin color's not a problem it's an opportunity
to say "no" to hate and "yes" to love and unity
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