Best Color Blind Poems
Is it the color of my skin that keeps you from being my lady friend?
Tell me my African American Queen; Maybe I just lack self-esteem.
I keep your pretty face in every dream. I desperately want you to
remain on my team.
Don't be shy or afraid what others will think.
Please understand you are my hearts missing link.
I want you beside me, never behind.
Love is colorblind.
Who cares if the public sees us hand in hand.
It's not for others to understand. A black woman walking next to a white man.
It's annoying when people stare like we are celebrities;
Especially when we attend social events and parties.
I can tell it's during those times you're uncomfortable with me.
That causes a strain in our relationship, leaving my tank on empty.
Inter-racial relationships have been around since the beginning of time.
It's those individuals in society that are colorblind.
We have done nothing wrong. The feelings of love we share must remain strong.
For so long this situation has weighed heavily on my mind.
I'm letting the world know that love is colorblind.
Note: Even after we celebrated our first black President, our country suffers from racism.
Especially in prison, and it is sad. I am bi-racial myself. My father is caucasion while my
mother is hispanic, and I've never understood racism--never will!
My first crush seemed like a box of Crayons
Hot Magenta was tugging on her nylons
She dyed her hair like the Florida Sunrise
Her Cool And Crazy words just mesmerize
Cotton Candy eye shadow with every blink
She kissed Wild Strawberry that tattooed my cheek
Her Midnight Blue eyes, that just sparkled within
That Glossy Grape dress, gripped her like sharkskin
We shared a drink, it was called Lemon Lime Zing
This long story short, Atomic Tangerine
I approach her with the same
Love I approach my family with.
Her skin is black.
I try to speak a few words in her
Native language to welcome her.
Her skin is brown.
I married a Chinese/Hawaiian
and our child is beautiful.
His skin is yellow/brown.
I write poetry about the Native
Americans to celebrate them.
Their skin is red.
I fit in with every race because
My color contains all colors.
My skin is white.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note: In honor of all the recent innocent deaths.
I have a dream
intoned Reverend King
So many folks then
smiled and beamed
But things are no more
what they once seemed
a color-blind society's
no longer esteemed
Some people say they don't see color.
I look for others who do see color
and want to make abundant variety with it,
with us and of us.
I long to see more multiculturing colors
and less monocultural monochromatic
shades of ecopolitically grey responsibility
for opportunities at-risk
among those who don't think I should matter.
Some people see color and say "Why?"
Yet when I see that same color as nutritional,
wisdom might well exclaim "Why not!?"
Ask not what your eagle nation's wild color-strong nutrients can do for you;
ask what your nutritional wise owl colors can do for our
way too monoculturing nation.
Or, even better, ask both eagle and owl
day strength and night wisdom
as if co-arising and yet nondual.
Some people say they don't see color
but have no problem remembering their own,
and lack thereof.
I look for those who do see color
and hope to make far more wisdom of it
than I could ever imagine alone.
My darling man is quite the catch
Except when his two socks don't match.
I have known him to
Wear black with bright blue
Or colors like a garden patch.
won 5th
COLOR BLIND
I thought it was over, though I could never understand
Why we can't walk down the street, holding different hands
'Can't walk side by side, have to have a divide
Sepreate fountains, Sepreate seats, treated as a disease
This is not what God see in me
I'm a black beauty, yet treated as a black beast
My Caucasian friends has departed from me
Hello? the 1st amendment is not reachable
Trying to teach me things that not even teachable
yet, the brains of our people are so knowledgeable
White and black really nothing different but the color
yet, many petty on me as if I could change my color
You stalk me as if I could change the weather
but you are more ignorant than I thuoht if you judge by color
Some could never fill my shoes I been through every scene
Time to wake up colors are not what they seem
What if colors were never discover
We do the same things but why are we on different teams
I wish black and whites could come together like martin seen in his dream
You hear me! but Seriously, you don't really know what i mean
You don't know the feeling,
I was scarred like a slave and still in the process of heeling
I still carry the whips on my back from being beat and viciously degraded
but you wanna know what is crazy? I was born after slavery
Color blind...... in a world full of colors
Why do different races try to hurt one another
We both were birth by mothers, walk the same earth, eat alike
Yet why do I feel different
if you haven't notice, whats been going on, you haven't been paying attention
it's not what you did to me or what I've I done to you
We are differnet indivaluls you cant categorize a color
Rasicm will end in the end of ime
but as of now nothing is wrong with the world their just COLOR BLIND
Color blind problems.
Struggles are universal,
As is poverty.
Multihued lights flash fervently,
On naked illusion draped eyes zealously,
All shut and secured to colored vision,
Egoist blurry brain images, these are all in an intangible prison.
Some call me quirk, some foible, but all refer me to a societal misfit,
It’s true they seem to tell, but my way of life and my thought process I will not quit.
I know and cognize I don’t see the world as others want me to see and be,
But am not sorry because that’s how it clearly appears to me.
It’s not because I am unconfined, undetermined or with rebellious mind,
But because I am color blind.
It‘s not because I am in hate or in love,
But because I am color blind and sooner or later the world will figure out why and how…………
I am color blind to cruel, callous, cunning, sly ways of expressing colors in the world,
I don’t reconcile to these colors with my ethos, morals and ethics curled and ruffled.
But till they have reconciled with me in unison they have opined,
I possess an unsound mind and am color blind.
No matter what I do or where I go,
Hues and colors of my thoughts they desire to know.
Inside me I ask myself what is the color of fear, dismay and dread?
Is fear yellow? Dismay and dread be red?
Who can tell me where it is defined?
I am content that all mankind thinks I am color blind.
Where is the orange of the sun?
Has it enveloped and corroded all dynamism and fun?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
Where is the blue from the sky?
Has it been slurped and sucked by calm, trust and loyalty all dry?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
Where is the green from the grass?
Has enveloped envy and jealousy and goodwill, generosity let a mass?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
If all of us of the human race,
Would toil not to make it bitter but a better place,
All walls and barriers raised to the ground,
Then I would be content to stay color blind
Dear Friend,
If I could spill my thoughts into your hands for you to carry my loads
You would find them heavy
If I could switch heartbeats with you and have yours play the song that was mine
They wouldn’t listen
If your sights and visions where replaced by mine, that kaleidoscope of color and imagination
Would turn black and white
Don’t try to look for the answers to my problems
You won’t find them
Don’t pity me or conform me, let my comfort be
No one has that much time
Time to share with me. Time is the only thing always counted, so precious
So friend don’t carry my load, don’t play my song, don’t look at things black and white just Listen.
I am a man-
No matter the color
No matter the race
No matter the time or place
I AM A MAN!
I am CoLoRlEsS-
No matter if I am WHITE
No matter if I am BLACK
But this is a fact
I AM A MAN!
I am human-
No matter who we are
No matter the boundries
I am color blind you see
And I AM A MAN!
No matter how you are
Rather black or white
Dark or light
A brown or gray,
I AM A MAN!
Color Blind April 1, 2017
Color blind, just a little child
No hate to show with love inside
I’m not alone I have a home
Different colors on their own
I like the sun; a happy day
Living with love, don’t go away
Be my friend, there is no hate
Color blind, feeling great
I have no fear, be my friend
We can walk together till the end
Dream of peace, dream today
Hatred gone or so they say
The war goes on for you and me
Be my friend color free
Color blind, just a little child
No hate to show with love inside
Gerrard McGeachy
They looked at me with disgust in their eyes
The moment that I walked in
The hatred and fear they felt inside
Based on the color of my skin
I was just a stranger passing through
Who simply got lost on his way
I stopped in to get some food
Not realizing prejudice was the price to pay
All heads turned and followed me
As I found my way to an open seat
The once noisy room was silent now
The waitress – afraid of me to greet
I smiled and nodded my head to the few
Who dared to look me in the eye
I knew that they all wanted me gone
But I couldn’t comprehend the reason why
Then a little boy returning to his seat
From the men’s rest room stall
Stopped right in front of me, and said,
“Why he doesn’t look mean at all”
I smiled at him and said, “No, son,
I am not the boogey man
Just someone travelling about
Trying to get a meal if I can
I’m sorry if I disturbed your peace
I am not trying to make a stand
I saw the restaurant sign from the road
And I am hungry, you understand
If you can overlook the simple fact
That my skin is a different color than yours
I promise I will do no wrong
Then get back on my tour”
“That’s okay, Mister, I don’t mind
I’m not scared like everyone else
I was told I should love everyone
The same as I love myself”
“Well the person who taught you that
Is certainly a very smart woman or man
And if they are in this room,
Well, I would like to shake their hand”
“Sure, Mister, it was my Dad
And you can come sit and eat with us
I think if you weren’t sitting all alone
There wouldn’t be so much fuss.”
The little boy took my hand
To everyone else’s surprise
The Dad stood up and shook my hand
With a twinkle of pride in his eyes
“I guess my boy learned his lesson well
Though the rest of us did not
How to welcome a stranger to our town
I guess we all forgot”
Everyone went back to their meals
And the fear just passed away
Thanks to a polite little boy
Whose innocence saved the day
Colour Blind With an Open Mind May 18, 2016
Everybody deserves their right
Freedom now without a fight
Everybody will walk free
Loving their country, you and me
Greet a friend, walk our street
Freedoms way with the right to meet
Children grow with laughter and fun
What a dream, the revolutions begun
Colour blind with an open mind
Religion free, save mankind
Children together the way to be
No flags to fly walking free
Join the people with an open sea
No more of them, just you and me
share the world, begin today
Every child has a better day
No more tears, stop the pain
Welcome tomorrow and do it again
Everybody deserves their right
Freedom now without a fight
Gerrard McGeachy
It has come to be all so apparent,
That life is so bleak and desolate.
My world has fallen over with nothing to remain.
Oh, how I long to once again,
Be in that ignorant bless,
So that I may once again live.
Your red lips have faded to
A gloom infested perpetual grey.
Those blue eyes that I once so loved,
That I would wake to,
Have vanished into the haze of black and grays.
You are a blank canvas to my eyes.
I will forever see the world,
Not as it is wanted, but needed.
The colors have faded, the sharpness gone,
But the shape remains true.
I am not blinded by the beauty,
But presented the form.
On my knees begging, I am here,
Once again wanting
Ignorance over fact, beauty over pragmatism.
Oh, how I want see the facade of beauty,
And never inner workings of it.
Oh, how I want to be shallow and see beauty.