Maya Reid - The Human Race

Dripping in diamonds, Pamela passes Andy huddled under a torn coat
As she travels to a party at some fancy penthouse
He notices everything about her, while she doesn’t even know he’s there
To her, he doesn’t deserve to breathe

People are so hypocritical!
Our founding fathers said we were all created equal, and so she is no better than he
But if you ask a child today, “Who is the better person? ”, we all know what he would say

He would not carry my message; wouldn’t say that the problem is that question
That there are no better people – the man and the woman came into this world the same way
He wouldn’t wonder why they’re so different now.

Maybe Andy made a wrong choice or two somewhere in life
But no one’s perfect; we all make mistakes
Why does he have to suffer through life on a street corner
While, in the penthouse, Pamela rises above everyone else?

I ask, “If men, women, and children were created equal, why do we call it the human RACE? ”
We all start at the same place, but are people like Pamela the first to finish
While all those like Andy lag behind, never to catch up?

Humor me, please – let us pretend
That Pamela and Andy were to join hands as they complete the course
It is my belief that the utter silence resonating in every corner of the globe
Would say more about this event than I ever can

Maya Reid

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