It's not how I look but how I'm being looked at.
It's not how I talk but how I'm heard of.
It's not my skin but my heart, pumping the same liquid as yours.
There is no difference but her skin shade.
Neither can help it's how she was made.
She is treated like gold,
but she knows races don't have medals,
so she gives it to the bronze holders.
I'm white, no I'm black, no I'm mixed.
I'm Asian, I'm European, I'm African.
I'm a mammal with a brain, functioning the same way as yours.
There is no difference but his skin shade.
Neither can help it's how he was made.
He is treated like silver,
but he knows races don't have medals,
so he gives it to the bronze holders.
Will I be killed for who I am?
Will they hate her for loving me?
Will I get praised for dating her?
Once you love me like I love you,
you will then realise that we aren't different
but that of my skin shade
knowing that's how I was made
And treated like bronze.
That's only when you will know that races don't have madels,
but why should love change your view of others?
Why would you only realise that the bronze is not satisfying once you receive it?
Love. Heart. Mind. Blood.
There is no difference but my skin shade.
But it doesn't have to be how it's made.
The gold can take their gold.
The silver can take their Silver.
And the bronze... hold their bronze
And as a group, throw away the medals, asking for equality saying...
Races don't have medals.
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