My eyes are no longer Pure
The eyes are given color at the time of birth; But the mind knows nothing of colors diverse.
They're pure and see only the smile of each face. No dark or light skinned man; no race.
Then we listen and our world begins to fade; the eyes that saw a smile now see colors of different shade.
Color separates us off; No longer hand in hand. We see blacks running away from hands of the white man.
What happened to my eyes?
What happened to my skin?
What happened to the beginning; Love for every man?
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Kiera M
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