The saddest story is one word

I may preach the word of racism

But the truth is we are all victims to these violent theories,

Taught from a young age not to love other races,

You might as well have taught me not to love at all.

Passed on from generations, people being blamed for faults of people we don’t even know,

So you could hate on me because I like someone who’s not to your “standard”

So…so what if I find that person the most beautiful, amazing, absolutely gorgeous individual in the world

I don’t wake up for you and I don’t mind if every time we speak you tell me I'm wrong,

Or every time I walk down the street you look down on me for my colour.

Yes I feel sorry, not for me, but for you because you limit yourself to so much.

I might like a different race; I might be a different race from you,

And even though you cause me pain I forgive you

I really hope one day you will see what you have done not just to me but to you

And that’s why I forgive you, because you will live your whole life blaming others, good luck.