Talk to me my black friend,
Talk to me of your black problems,
And I´ll tell you mine of grey,
You have troubles, but of which can mend.
My skin is not grey, it crawls,
In all directions, like the slime of your hate,
How can one have problems when one is not?
Like foul graffiti wiped off city walls.
Black is black & that is your hell,
But you belong & know what you fight,
I´m not white nor black, neither here nor there,
Unlike you, I have no reason to yell.
Be proud black friend, you have a reason,
You have a voice,
You have a problem,
You are black,
Black,
Black.
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