Color Boxed

Father You've made me black I see. Black though outside but not inside of me! Others of colors like nature You've made... Are locked and color boxed, Giving each other cold shoulders And shade! This can not be the reality You'd want us to have? Living in limitations with disagreements that don't pass! What is it that we should do? What is it? This is what I ask. Everyone seems to speak of dreams Of kicking each other's ass! And this has been long lasting, A stagnant task that is so sad! Father You've made me black I see. Those without color Believe they are superior than me! And those of shades from dark to beige, Also are mistreated! Will we ever overcome being color boxed... To be saved? Before we are all defeated?