Silver and Gold
I used to be draped with jewelry
Rubies and sapphires, emeralds and diamonds
Coins piled under my feet, yet I felt empty
Though I cradled the economy in my arms
You gifted me sorts of silver and gold
Society shoved them back, called them 'different'
Held their sword to my neck and had me sort
Bead by bead, pearl by pearl, string by string
In my heart, I felt a deep depression
Forming along the very center
How could the opposites of the same spectrum
Ever blend to form a vibrant color?
Money doesn't make a very excellent tissue
It never absorbed my tears
Or held me close with an iron grip
Like the gold to my silver always did
Divided our society by genetic code
"How much melanin?" became the hottest slang
But underneath our skin, we felt the very same
We all loved, felt, cried, and laughed
When our fingers brushed, they formed artwork
It was bold and mediocre, modern and classical
But the gallery threw it in their bonfire
Because our paints were different colors
Our strokes were identical, unlike the creation
But on this rough canvas we call civility
The darker the color, the worse the intention
Without a single look at the artist behind it
But after our hours spent blending our hearts
The very masterpiece arrived
Draped in soft blankets, skin of soft clouds
Our ultimate gift, the grand supreme prize
A little girl, heart half and half
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