THE BLIND COLORS

Deep In the eyes of the beholder beauty hinges underneath its shoulder

 No heights nor faints,

Mere bodies  covered by slick  colors, 

But to them i say;

Color not our moves today,

Make us love but never hate the art we display,

Whether be darker or shaka 

What ever it may,

Just;

Bleech my skin if you wish to see me  smile every now and then,

How do you lable my life with all these colours around,

Brown, black and white be so blind to judge who i am.

Was i born like this or meant to act like this,

I'm tired having to behold all these colors around my nerves,

Can't we just conclude and unravel before it swerves. 

People are people and colors must be colors,

Why do you call us by the colors we wear,

Would you wish we sunk in fear,

I'm tired of having been called by the color that can't eat, breath, bath or sleep.

I'm moving forward and waking up from this sleep.

Take me along my skin weeps in tears of shame,

Nothing but these fingers of yours to blame,

You point your finger at me forgetting  we are ONLY HUMANS.

 SAY NO TO RACISM

PEACE..