poem: flesh of a different tone

flesh of a different tone

there ain’t no black or white

there’s just dark ‘n light

flesh is flesh colored

whether ‘colored’ or ‘white’

i didn’t choose my color

what i choose is to be color-blind

i hope you do too, my brotha

because your type is my kind

we are much of tha same inside

so let’s break those ties that bind

and lets all be liberated and free

for the sake of all mankind

i am not crayola color white

with man, i am one of my own

and you are not black, my brotha

we are flesh of a different tone