Addison watched in silence as the other girls pointed

She knew she was the one that their ugly insults taunted

It was because she was so much darker than the rest

Midnight on a bad day, dark chocolate at best

Before her mind could change, she cleared her throat and spoke

Her only prayer was that her words would not be taken

As a joke

"Many years ago, the King Jr. had a dream

Black and white together- ludicrous, it seemed

Still, he fought for integration

Was sharing fountains contamination?

And when Rosa Parks, for the sake of justice, refused to

Leave her seat

Did she do it so that some decades later, history would repeat?

You can't be black, I can't be white, so please don't judge what

Can't be changed

If God had made us the same complexion, wouldn't that feel

Somewhat strange?

Black is just a color- we're all the same inside

Our blood bleeds just as red as the blood of Jesus crucified

If you choose to dislike me, let it be for my faults and sin

But please don't hate and criticize the color of my skin"

The room was still as stone, but then burst into applause

Addison breathed a sigh of relief at having fulfilled her cause

The other girls apologized, wiping away at tears

Of course Addison forgave them, despite their honest fears

From then on, they all remembered the truth she

Brought to mind

When it comes to the color of a person's skin...

God is color blind