I feel
Then do you
Then what makes us different
Our skin colour?
We were meant to get along
Not to be enemies
We need each other’s hands
To make the world be a better place
Why do you distance yourself from me
Is it because of the rumours?
Is it because of our skin colour?
Why must it limit our movement?
Let us not be labelled
Let us be deaf around negative people
Let us be active in our comfort zone
The knowledge that we receive is not the same
The care that we receive is not the same
Then what do we have in common
I guess it’s our tears
Call me by a name
And don’t be mad when I call you by it back
The tears I bring on the table
Drains the energy I used to put on the table
The table is full of water which is my tears
All I see is my reflection
And that reminds me
Not to forget the skin colour that I have
And the scars that I still need to treat
Let’s put jokes aside
We are beautiful
And we don’t need to be told
And we don’t have to judge each other
Cause we will benefit nothing from that