Ancestral Kin

I thought myself lucky,
To have lived in a time,
Where being yourself,
Was not seen as a crime.

But as I look about,
I see this isn't right,
There's always someone,
Trying to start a fight.

Because of whom one loves,
Or the tone of one's skin,
I thought we had grown,
From our ancestral kin.

by Mal Sharp

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