The Human Race

Part 1:

My skin is melting off of me

To show them all how I can be

A creature of equality:

One of the human race.

My eyes are both melting away

‘Till I can’t see. So I can say

“Not dark, nor light” so that I may

Be of the human race.

My words are melting in the flame

Of their hatred and rage. My name

Is shattered by the imposed shame

That I’m the human race.

My heart is melting out of me

Pouring in blood ‘till I’m empty;

As white as death, by death I’m free

From all the human race.

Part 2:

My hand is reaching o’er the line

So I can take thy hand in mine:

Two shades of brown, this hand and thine,

Both of the human race.

My eyes are searching just to see

The soul that’s shining out of thee,

For that is our equality:

Bond of the human race.

My words are asking for a friend

Who sees beyond what words may bend

And knows that colors aren’t the end:

Hope of the human race.

My heart is reaching just to save

You from plunging into the grave

Of wounds our forefathers’ forgave

For all the human race.

Conclusion:

Our hands are twining, and we see

That race is not a blasphemy;

Skin is not what we’re meant to be;

Colors are shades of our beauty:

Each shade perfect imperfectly;

Being a shade I’m no less me:

Piece of this vast humanity;

The souls that shine internally –

These make us kin eternally:

We are the human race.