The irrefutable truth.

We all bleed the same,

Whether we have dirt or fame.

The complexion of our pigments,

Only adds to the variety of segments.

Individually our own,

But together unity is shown.

We may differ mentally,

But we serve a common purpose fundamentally.

I'm not you, you're not me,

They're not me, nor you too.

Beneath it all though,

Where crimson has a steady flow,

We're the same.

Not because of our religion, politics or name.

Because of what lies within,

The definition of a human.

What matters not is being a man or woman,

You could be a saint or madman.

It's a simple truth,

We all bleed the same.