Colour-blind

Yellow, black, brown or white.
Why do we judge? Why do we fight?
Based on skin, based on roots, based on belief.
What if we could stop the struggle, wouldn't that be one big relief?
We all have our own share of insults to take.
But what is it that makes you "cool" and her "fake"?
How would we live in a world where everyone is really treated the same?
Admitting that you aren't so brave, is that really such a shame?
She admits that she is afraid.
When you bitched her down, you made sorrow become her only soul mate.
Listen to me, take this as a little piece of advice.
Everybody judges because of colour, form and size.
I am so happy that I don't mind.
I am so happy that I am colour-blind.