Earth Branch Poet Rhyme

This Color Is Mine

Let us dream for better days,
When different colors and different shades
Correlate into a beauty only diversity can show.
Our curls caressing the same wind,
The wind that calls for change.
Change—
Has it happened enough to cushion our pain?
We carry in our bosoms,
In our wombs
Til it grows so big it smothers rooms
Encapsulating our souls,
Til they turn a deep — deep blue.
But we shall rise as the sun shall rise.
And the tides of tears flown down our cheeks,
Fill rivers no man can deny.
We are light with room for every color.
But this color is mine.
A silent shelter passed down like treasure.
We don't cry — we whine.
Our hips grooving and moving the waves of change.
Yearning and churning—
For true change.
Stand with us as one.
In formation.
Hand in hand.
As we sing for equality to finally come.

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Paige Hind February 7, 2026 at 11:08 AM Passionate poetry - :)

Gershon Wolf February 4, 2026 at 8:33 PM Written smooth as silk... And it's so past time... As a child in the 1950's, an adolescent and teen in the 60's, this was the mantra. Dr. King was in full bloom... But human nature doesn't seem to change, not even over the millenia... People are suspicious of those who are 'different' from them... I lived in a kibbutz in Israel in my 20's. Back there then, children slept in 'children's homes,' starting at age one month. Parents were 'free' in the evenings. Really. Did it work? Only for a while... Today, children's homes are gone. Women and men are back into parenting... What a world... ~ gw