Multi-Vitamins

by Eunoia

May 26, 2014

muti-vitamins

Equal balance

Equal skill

Equal love for all who is

Holding up the balance, the perfect equilibrium

Filled with entropies

But just enough energies

i marvel, at the different color of skins

Brown, white, pink, yellow, black

Reflecting light from the sun in a different way each time

Because of those little genes that say

I am colorful

A man, stares longingly at the flashes of deep ebonies and cinnamons

I am the man, he says, the women bow to me

And scorn me when I am bad

I told them that I must control them, so I did.

Now the black men welcome me with open arms

Arms that make my skin look unhealthy like paste

Dark like flirtatious

Dark like relaxing

Dark like wonder

The man says no, it isn't fair

I am white like the light

And as pretty as the ice

I am the bringer of hope and leader of the tomorrow

And that Dark man is only dirt

The dark man says, yes, i am, and so are you.

We are of the dirt together, we are the people of mud

I am the Black gold that grows your crops and feeds your children and cures your cough

You, are the white gold, that shines so bright like the sun

Everybody loves you, they crowd you at all sides

You trade for anything with such greed

You steal from our lands so that you have benefit of being satisfied with being able to get whatever you desire

i see you, like my brother

Like man

Who is scared

Who is so self-conscious, that he does everything he can to prove he is good enough

But instead of being good, he gets mad

He hates the dirt, he hates the girl who told he was bad

He gets mad

I, the black man, gets mad

I, the brown man, gets mad

It is something to so with the testosterone

That makes a man a man

He fights to get a girl

He fights to defend

He fights to defend himself

he attacks out of fear

He relaxes out of fear

And he dreams of power

I the color man, sees something else

I see how it can be

I see hope in bravery

A heart who defends but is not ashamed

A heart who is proud to exist just as is

Without the money, and the power and the broken truths

Because he does not want to hurt anyone

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