Colors

Of all the things his parents said, He grew to know the truth, Through prejudicial things that lead, To lies about his youth... He always use to see the other, Through another's eyes, Yet somehow he knew that his color, Bled the same inside... Those darker eyes reflected pride, Like never seen before, That even on the blackest night, They hid the moons decore... So he waited for the path that could, And when that day had came, He greeted him as one man should, Addressing him by name... As the younger boy inside of him, Had grown to be a man, He saw the colors deep within, And not his brothers hand...