Skin Tones
What is the color of your skin?
Yellow as the radiance of the sun that yields
to the ticking drips of morning's climb ;
or black in the gentleness of a dusk
closing its light to render god and man
the sleep from trodden journeys?
Perhaps, white like cavorting waterfalls
tumbling into ripples of snowflakes, lips freezing
into icicles of wintry moon?
Is it brown likened to the very soil of a hearth
feeding our bones with of mounds of wheat?
Our complexion has nothing to do with
the universal language of freedom or inalienable
rights of oneness--the equal opportunity
given by life's behest. And yet, most
of humanity have a low tolerance
for people whose skin is colored like evening--
marginalized through chains of prejudice.
I weep and ask; i have no answer.
For Brian Strand's Premiere 125 Contest
Reposted 1/30/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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