Inside My Black Head

Can you imagine?
Empathise perchance
What’s inside my black head?

Can you Trust my colour
With your friends

Will they accept the difference?
Or love the same

Will you invite me?
To your new world

I grew up dreaming I was the same as you
All men were the same
We were the same

We were back then weren’t we?

We were just two little kids
Sharing sixpence
And a kick of the footy

At what age did you realise
My colour would exclude me
From continuing the fun and the joy
Of a wonderful friendship

Beyond being children

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