The Colors of Humanity
Manacles suppress a beautiful mind
decayed by the stench of putrid bitterness
created long before Mr. Whitney
made you expendable
yet you loathe me
despite my relation to Harriet
uncle Tom was never relevant
nor did his cabin provide shelter
unto your bitterness
its wood burned food for thought
could one become a christian
to be born again
and return as an abolitionist
the absurdity of it astounds me
but chains will always bind us together
regardless of our ancestry
linked through the color of love
red hues splashed in anger
dipped in disdain
tainted by the past
we live to paint
the pictures shadows cast......
Bob Shank-Nov.20th, 2006
Copyright © Bob Shank | Year Posted 2006
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