on a planet that naturally separated and floated its gods according to their faces
in a society where we grow up hating and worshiping skin colors and races
i choose to fall short of the glory of racism.
why black and white exist, except it be the sheds of truth
i can not explain, for they are not words of my mother’s language
and now that i can speak in more than one tongue
i have fallen short of the glory of racism
having been uprooted from the fairest of black wombs
i have grown to know the purest of hearts
and having been planted as one into a heart of a man with skin white as milk
i am falling short of the glory of racism.
what the eye sees and what the ear hears, the mind will want to judge
and out of fear of inferiority or equality a greedy heart will mock
but a strong one knows that wickedness and righteousness know no race
but now that i have fallen short of the wicked glory of racism,
i can raise my white flag at the call of love.