Country Club Hills, Illinois
I can see the golden yellow crown Upon a woman whose skin shines black. An eloquent white silk gown That drapes down From her shoulders to her back Straight to the ground. I can see the elegant black kimono Graceful, on a man of striking yellow. Vibrant red and intricate gold Patterns flow, On the seams, so finely sewn. I can see the uniquely bronzed necklace Resting over the daring red warrior’s chest. With a godly green headdress Made of feathers sitting pleasantly on the prince. I can see no fabricated world. Only rulers of dynasties, kingdoms and empires From countless colors We have been here once before But some history gets lost in the time warp. We robbed ourselves of precious gifts By forgetting about our heritage. If only we knew about that risk We would know how important color really is. But I refuse to find content When we are still incompetent. For God’s creation is not simply black and white. Our world should not be blinded by shades, If we can perceive the light. A complex spectrum of colors that glow so bright In the day, and fade with night. Even the ambiguities of human nature pursues this beauty A rainbow found in every personality. From the impulsive reds Unique yellows And tranquil blues That blends to produce a variety of hues. Color dominates Yet we abuse its value We take advantage of our perception And use it to criticize fellow “hue-” Men and women with the potential to change this world But we don’t see their good We see their color What once gave us strength became our kryptonite Because we are bound, shackled to “stereotypes” Black “thugs” going to college Brown “terrorists” fighting the American war “Illegal” reds paying their taxes Yellow “nerds” becoming musicians “Selfish” whites sharing their money. The day that we stop abusing, The day that we we stop ignoring, The day that we start practicing the true potential entitled to our complexions Will be the day that I am content.
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