Breathing the Same Air
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The tones of skin are but outer layers
of continental pigments designed by a Source,
yet we loathe colored people and have less fondness
for the minority of earth- brothers who feel, writhe,
and dream the way we do...it's neither
Asian eyes, Hispanic features, nor black hands.
We may be color-blinded by prejudice borne from
some lost gratitude of rightful co-existence,
and to honor the inner beauty of one race--mankind.
I look at a flower blooming into different kinds
of rich shades: and oh how we forget
that human tints combined are far more
glittering than all pallets of this universe:
All of us breathe the same air, polluted
foggy, and clear...tell me please, what makes
our neighbors choke the light off
when darkness needs a sliver of horizon's glint?
I ask because because I don't know why...
Richard Lamoureux's Contest
I Can't Breathe 6/12/2020
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2020
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