complexion reflection

Color of the skin Neither lose nor win This wasn’t about triumph Nor david verse goliath This was about standing for what is right For what is human A plight Not futile But useful For when he said I have a dream A reverberant scream Rushed through the souls or the people Who declared, we are equal And there was nothing feeble In sitting down To stand up To end the signs plaguing each and every town To create a nation void of segregation, polarization. For whoever touted Or shouted Land of the white, No this is land of the bright The genius that transcends Color, race, dividends, We are the country Not of the gentry But the poor who do not fight for more but for the same not to be tame, not to live in shame, To cry out, we, all of us, will never appear identical But we can extend an arm, hand, a tentacle, To live in a land where We not only survive, but thrive Where we are not color blind But we remind Ourselves of who we were And that we have the choice to be Black, white, red, blue, and free