Does my worth scream out if only I am the right color
Or will I be destined to be dulled by the sun who doesn't
notice
Or trampled on by feet that break my back
Do tongues of water from the sea make fun of me
Leaving me an orphan anchored on the sand that sucks
me down
Homeless and motionless waiting for my fate
I look to another who looks back at me and together we
seem
divided
By that what we are and that what we will be
When the sea has decided.