Martica Hurd Poet Free verse

Color

What is color 
A useless word
color can not speak
color can not walk
color can not judge 
so why judge me for the color of my skin
and not my action
we all bleed the same 
when we die we all get bury the same 
because I am lighter or darker then you 
taller or shorter then you 
Have hair or dont 
Do not mean I am different from you 
our heartbeats are the same 
The world see color 
but i don't 
Because I am color blind 
I will not judge you for the color of your skin
but for your action
many seems to forget
that we are all born from a mother and a father 
rich or poor 
we are no different 
light or dark
tall or short
my color do not define who I am 
So don't let the world tell you anything different 
Give me a chance to show you 
do not judge me for the color of my skin
remember color 
don't walk 
color don't speak 
we do 
I am color blind 
and I am fine with that
because our bloods still runs red
our hearts beats the same 
so what is color 
just a useless word to define who we really are

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Silent One October 24, 2020 at 2:33 PM Yes! You are right

Rico Leffanta October 24, 2020 at 12:04 PM Get used to it! If it wasn't the colour of your skin, it would be the colour of your eyes - or hair, or whether your hair was straight or curly, or where you came from, or who your parents were or were not, what school you attended, the clothes you wear ad infinitum! Some folks are just picky, picky, picky! Aloha! Rico