Brown-skinned Fool 

A wanderer looking for solace
another brown-skinned immigrant 
in the land of opportunity 
already blazing with fires of prejudice 

they gazed with suspicion
innuendos in whispers
with smiles they pointed fingers 
"we don't trust your intentions"

he was unfazed 
he was amused 
he'd seen of the world 
knew better men and women
he knew even his famous countrymen 
couldn't escape the bigotry 
he was just a regular guy
but he was amused 
at the pedigree of those 
who stood in judgement of him 

but he didn't care for revolution 
he'll fight his fight 
fists in unfamiliar dark alleys 
on sheets of white paper 
we still kill, maim, plunder 
under this guise or that 
so he knew not much would change 
for we read about-
Martin Luther King 
Gandhi
Mandela 
we read but we forget 
so he was better off
fighting his fight alone 

I know his story well
tourist, wanderer, vagabond
I know his story well
I am the brown-skinned man
I am a brown-skinned man
I am--
just another brown-skinned man. 

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