I did not ask your friendship, You did not ask for mine. We simply fail to see it, To read between the lines. What common goal has caused us, In common cause to be bound In adherance to the truth and coming From where this truth is found? Did Creator make a mistake when my people were fashioned so? Was suprise there written upon It's Face, In ignorance did It not Know... The propensity of these people whole, To destroy in bounding hate Those who brought It's Face to view- Was this to be our fate? And when and where does that leave me? Trapped in history and in skin. I pray to my Creator come And fashion us again.