An Integrationist Paradigm
When I, a black man, invisibly commute
Passing every sight as good as mine
I must be sensible to the solemn truth
The mantle of my soul by God's design
Is made absent by accidental blindness
But because, like me, earth's still in darkness.
Let us then embrace face to face
For I'm outwardly the all of your race.
Night provides a bridge across my skin
Love provides a door for you to come in.
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