Blood Red

we all bleed the same color...

If you cut me, I'll bleed
Same as he 
Same as she
Same as any of lighter or darker breeds
and I bleed red
blood red
Ain't no other color to it
No black, no brown, no yellow hue will do
God made up His mind 'bout
what He wanted on the inside
And when you take a peek
You'll see
Ain't much different from you to me
Except this thin thing called skin
Delicate and fragile and fading
Distracted by the package
We ignore the contents
Tocking like time bombs
Our tickers could use resetting
It's not a skin problem
It's a heart issue
Infected tissues
Secreting hate residue
Throughout our being
To think less of you
Is to forget 
We all bleed
Red
And many have bled out til dead
So that blood would be all that matters
And skin is what we celebrate
And I will remember their red
Poured out in a field
Laid up on a tree
Spilled in an alley
Crying out to me
not to repeat 
But to retreat inside the vein of the rhythm of the beating heart
Pun-pum 
I bleed
Pun-pum
red
Pun-pum
Love