The Colors of Faces

There are many different colors,

that I see on many faces.

I see them on many people,

and in many different places.

 

 

 

What kind of colors do you think I see?

The obvious ones, or the most clear,

the ones you see on the skin,

or the ones that fill you with fear?

 

 

 

I see the colors that shine on your soul.

The ones that tell me who you are,

and what is your way of thinking,

and how sure I am you’ll get far.

 

 

 

How can one judge a person by the outside color?

When they don’t even know their own from within,

not seeming to find a finish line, 

because they didn’t even begin.

The issue on race is problematic, mostly because

there are separations like race to begin with.

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country

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