Skin Color Runs Deep
Let’s face it.
My birth place has left its trace
a fixed stamp on a face called race,
on this, a surface of brown color I carry
with me to stay till they burn me or bury.
When the choice of race or color is not with any
so why suffer or claim its supremacy over many,
Though the color of vital fluids that runs in us is same
yet we embrace the color of the sheath to suit a frame.
White is pure sure, Black is beauty, Brown wears the crown
are post-its we stick, if it gives us benefits;
White will slight, Black always lack, down with Brown
are labels we level, if we gain in our exploits.
Browned off, I put this in black and white,
tethered to a color of coat we are born with,
who we are is bound by the color that covers us,
Indeed skin color runs deep.
15-Jan-2018
Contest: What is White?
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