Our skin is seen as weapon

Anguish and screams mixing in with the color

Ancestors history of pain and sorrow

Their battle never forgotten

We are why they fought so hard

Though never known their our biggest support

The hope that they gave their lives for

Give us the strength and pride to stand tall

Discriminations still plagues our brothers and sisters

But just like our history we will not let it cage us

Take admiration of our past to fuel the world where we can stand equal

They may see our skin as a weapon, but it's our greatest gift