Rain

when the clouds turn gray the sky turns dark there’s no running because the rain doesn’t have eyes unlike the hills the rain can’t see more like cupid it is blind 
when it rain everyone is getting  wet rain doesn’t care if your white black or even a mocha frappe it doesn’t care if your rocking the new Jordan’s and that your hair just been tortured by chemicals and that you wore that new I love pink jogging suit that he really likes 
rain doesn’t discriminate unlike that next door neighbor who watches your every movement because in their mind the darker the skin the more sticker the fingers are 
Rain dosent stop because you decide to **** the world and be  who you want  cause no one else matter 
Rain doesn’t fall upon those with lighter or darker skin  it isn’t racist unlike that store clerks  who guards who watches Hispanics because he know there history of sneaking in and out why can we be more like nature more like the rain
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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June 11, 2016 at 11:16 PM
Kianna Grissett, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*
Brown Avatar
April 10, 2012 at 5:33 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Kianna. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love, Carol
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April 8, 2012 at 10:16 AM
This is so true... and such a fine piece. You did a great job.
Dietrich Avatar
April 7, 2012 at 9:06 PM
Awesome message in this one, Kianna. Love how you made rain non-racist.
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