man skin unmatter
diamond unaffected
by its put in box
Inspired by Demetrios Trifiatis.
The color of love will prevail: we, white,
black, yellow, red, shall pacify the clash
between good folks and ignorant, white trash,
haters who oppress others without right!
In numbers, unity explodes like night
afire with light (like a delivering flash!)
swiftly tearing down hate with a loud crash,
silencing bigotry's bark, and racism's slight.
For none can dismantle the message of
bold, fearless Youth who challenge the old view,
and share a new worldview proclaiming love,
justice, and equal rights we never knew.
Our tribes can live in peace and rise above
as one, working together as one hue.
...Finally, another came in,
a tall man who was a dark shade,
and I admit, at first I thought
that we might just see a replay.
But he was dressed in a fine suit,
with a brief-case full of his work,
he had helped build seven bridges,
was skill in moving around earth,
had taken lead on two projects,
both under budget and on time,
Masters degree from a tech school,
truly this man was quite a find.
He’s still working with us today,
is now my senior engineer,
and is making high six figures,
with his projects I need not fear.
They’re solid, strong, and built to last,
bring the public much benefit,
skin color just doesn’t matter
when you build yourself on merit.
Teardrop
Crimson rivers flood our streets For every fallen fellow man
As hatred rears its head White, black, and in-between
Bullets penetrate our peace Heartbreak follows everyone
And leave our innocent dead… Its color is unseen.
Does pigment of the skin reflect So many tears are shed today
The morals we hold deep Tomorrow will bring more
It’s not our color that defines The weight of teardrops crushes deep
Who hurts more when they weep. And drowns one to the core…
Misguided by a blind desire Approach mankind with loving eyes
To judge our fellow man Look deep and cause no fear
Such bias tempts a sinful act Skin color shows no person’s soul
We strive to understand. For all teardrops are clear...
Prejudice still finds a way -By: Meghan C. Hutchings
To seal a person’s fate
This cycle, kept alive by few
Who live and die through hate...
This world may always harbor some
Whose ignorance won’t cease
But glance around with open eyes
Most people yearn for peace.
Imagine being afraid of your own skin.
Imagine thinking it's too bright.
Imagine thinking others see it
and shame you for it's sight.
Imagine looking up
and seeing others stares.
Imagine what they're thinking
when you would stare at theirs.
Imagine that there's caution
from seeing your own skin.
Imagine that the others
are baring your own sin.
Imagine that a comfort
is falling down on you.
Imagine that you've realized
your fear's no longer new.
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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