When Color is Not a Question

They said that lines were drawn because black and white can’t mix. They believed separate but equal could actually exist in states trying to step on and stamp out supposed “darkness” with their so-called “light.” Which, they thought, belonged on top. But two sides of an equation can’t ever be separate but equal if they don’t add up to the same on each side. So they stood up and lifted the foot from their heads. So she sat down, on a bus, and braved the consequences. So all could finally be fair with no line, no parallel, and no unequal equal sign. They marched in lines, weaponless soldiers at war for humanity, making clear that no line needed drawing. They knew only equal is equal and should exist. That there was no “darkness” to be smothered, no top or bottom; they held the light of truth in the real darkness. Two sides of an equation can only be equal if each half is the same. There should be one expression, followed by an equal sign. Because, we’re better together, we add up to so much more, with justice and truth above all, and, when color is not a question.