Who says I am not black
just because this skin seems white?
I've been black and yellow
and blue and green many lives.
Judging others by skin color is a big mistake.
The outer veil is a facade that peels
into thousands of dermal flakes.
This flesh is dead already.
The question is, "How much are you alive?"
Are you living in this moment without preconceptions,
or a slave to past prejudice and lies?
Can you strip folks of divisions
and notice how their bones lie?
Can you look straight at others
without temptations to hide?
Put fire to your vision!
Burn past pretense and shame!
Notice the spirit moving through creation
as each thing heads towards cremation:
and transcending all flame!