Living In Our Own Skin

Living in our own skin
Filled with our hopes and dreams, pain and conflicts
We live and breath, we laugh and cry
We struggle, we love, we find joy, or not
Living the life we've been given

Our skin may be white, or black, or somewhere in between
But only we know what it feels like
Others may give haughty replies of how we should feel
How we should live and think,
But only we know what lies within

Some let their arrogance dictate their actions
Living their lives, feeling the world revolves just for them
Whether their skin is white, or black, or somewhere in between
They put more self worth on what they think and do
Judgmental, close minded, selfish, critical

But who are we to judge, to criticize
Why do we focus on the splinter in our brothers eye
And ignore the beam blocking our own vision
Why do we try living in their skin
When we struggle to live in our own

Are we not all one family
Whether our skin is white, or black, or somewhere in between
Are we not all made of flesh, and bone, and blood
Are we not all a child of our maker
Are we not one person among millions

Life is what we make it
Whether it's a failure or success, it's our life
We are held accountable for what we do
How we deal with the struggles, the victories, the journey
We have to find a place where we are comfortable in our skin

But we should find a way to be comfortable with others as well
With humility, and love, and understanding, and acceptance
We should be open to their point of view
As well as understanding the whys and why nots of our own
Realizing each of us are unique and special, with purpose and worth

Whether we walk to our own beat
Or blend in with the crowd
We each have to find our own path
With humility, and love, and understanding, and acceptance
Whether our skin is white, or black, or somewhere in between