The Face Within (a poem by whonunuwho)
The depths of the human spirit run deep, and do last to infinity,
Not a person's face or their race, will reveal their own humanity.
It's what is inside of the individual, a real lifetime's story to tell,
Not in our just talking with each one, shows truth so very well.
All what we say, our actions display, a realness, so exposes a soul,
The human spirit held within each heart, to indicate what we extol.
Beauty, in truth, not always outwardly shown, or a character known.
Not as skin deep, in further we keep, the message, well, is our own.
Our skins of yellow, red, black or white, no revelation, of who we are,
The origin of us all, kept in a shroud, perhaps on some far away star.
Were we each made from earthen clay, to be placed here on display,
Ours, unmistakable in such strong faith, its revealing to us, someday.
Each has a belief, a cultural life, and to live every day, we shall exist,
Ours not to disprove, or remove, a fellow being's hopes, nor to persist.
Our one connection, great link to humanity, exists within, and to prevail,
The strength of the heart and all kindness to impart, its true story to tell.
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