Beauty is Only Skin Deep

In the beginning there was I......

Then there was nun,

A race with no purpose than the order to share,

What U don’t have in words is what U lack as fair,

Miracles so blind by the major equality of light,

Too unorganized from sharing,

Ass, oxen, and rammed by fright,

Right as it may seem an unfortunate adversary,

New ways of Indians dead in monasteries,

This skin, This hair, a once great desire,

Now the color is so unintelligent the king is a liar,

How much you wanted to do without the redskin,

Shows the oppression your guilty for back in days spent,

Beauty is only skin deep if your committed to solutions,

Color of skin again plagues my retribution.