Change

We the oppressed people

Are much more than a waste of space

Boomerang Maltreatment and Injustice

One win, Two losses

Silenced and painted over

Insufficient amounts of colored paint

Surplus amount of white

The pale faced man looks at the Shea Butter Manifesto

Her body strangled by the rays of the sun

He reaches out

Grasping only onto the concept of her that he has created.

Rays blurring out her face

The sun, I was told, is supposed to illuminate

But it darkened her, creating a silhouette.

We the oppressed people

To see no color

A color blind world is what I want