Rosa's Eyes

sitting fearfully with stubborn resolve warm cocoa simmering amongst whitewashed marshmallows puffed up with self worth dusted with sugary arrogance slurs stirring inside endlessly whipping frenzy to pleading eyes she rode in silence speaking volumes that would sound loudly what kind of world was this that the light feared the dark instead of welcoming the blending for one without the other would leave emptiness filling the void with tangible hate teeth bared without reason lessons learned at someone else's knee wrapped up in lies to be labeled truth still she sat with the ignorance staring through windows from the past with defiant intent to change her limited view of future expectations in her eyes blurred images of burning crosses trees with swinging feet and white hooded men claiming superiority in God's name or any name that would justify immense cruelty the past lived inside her poverty and hunger dark degradation remembered in memories of generations spoken like fairy tales but with truth's conviction her papa had borne scars engraved with hatred into honeyed skin of the shackles that cut deeply into worth and self definition inside his eyes was aching refusal to accept so called truths he and his papa before him carried the scars passing them forward to burn again in new eyes hoping and praying to one day drown fiery flames of pain with cooling salves of knowledge, freedom and most of all equality little girl dreams are all the same they know no distinction of class or race human rights are inalienable should be granted to all human beings yet some still ride the bus at the very back fighting to regain what should have always been theirs watching the scenes evolve over and over reinventing prejudice disguising its malicious intent through concave windows that catch an eternity of tears falling silently from Rosa's eyes...