It Takes Me A Minute...

So, it takes me a minute...
I can deal with that.

I get quicker as time goes on...
and now I've got a hold of it.

Didn't know what was up...
but, really I did.

It was in the back of my mind...
kinda hid.

Am I the one on the receiving end?

Am I the "wrong" color, my friend?

Never thought I'd feel this way.

Never thought judgment would come my way.

Well, let me ask you this, my man...
if I was brown, could I share in the "struggle" with you?

In the big picture, we're all vibrating...
and there's no color to that... we're related.

Maybe last lifetime, your skin was white, like mine?

Maybe last lifetime, I was African and I was your slave?

In the end, it's about Love....
Love for your brothers and sisters, Love for your mothers and daughters, Love for your fathers and sons, Love for the homeless and those less fortunate, Love for the life that is all around us.

Focusing on the hate, the violent history of and the segregation of our skin colors and racism will only feed it....
creating more of it.

Love, acceptance, hope, and knowing we are all in this together....
Embrace it.

Worried about what others might think...
you standing beside and loving a "white" woman?

Baby, my soul is pure with all different colors...
I know you can see right through me.

The only "struggle" is within you.

Love to you.