Hurdles
...as you politely said
please don't pay attention to the color of my skin
but you keep shoving it in my face
...you keep filleting yourself
and sewing your skin onto mine
it doesn't fit-never will
we're different
but one and the same
we came from the same seed
but have different experiences
I can never walk in your shoes
because once upon a time
you didn't have any.
and for certain you can never walk in mine
but we do have more in common than not.
Our hurdles are of the mind now
and growing by the second
there are many that wish to
destroy us
by dividing us.
The media is a nest of vampires
and should be treated as such
they feed off of our blood
spotlight us at our worst and lowest
for the sake of ratings
nothing sells better than a race riot
or blue on black crimes
they need a stake to their hollow hearts..
If the vampires drain our humanity
we'll be wearing the same yellow shackles
then we can better walk in each other's steps,
but what a horrible price to pay for
mutual respect and understanding.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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