Two worlds of separate separated by color…
The branches are rooted by your self and simply there is NO other
You chose the blue and that’s your decision
To the child of orange its hatreds first incision

Depict the chance to mix and form
And the color broadens the spectrum /outta the norm
Interracial the chance is open
The thought of blue and orange an answer unspoken

The horizon of race is yet undefined
When the rainbow is truly the interchanging SPINE
Black and white makes both of these colors
So think of one another not as pigments but as brothers.