His skin is black my skin is white
He cannot hear I have no sight
I am weak and he is strong
I am mute he sings his song
I walk away he runs to hide
He walks on land I float in tide
He loves too little I love too much
I feel with heart he feels with touch
I am rich he begs in the street
I taste salty he tastes sweet
I hold freedom he holds none
We are different we are one
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