Colors Fade

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 16, 2020

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When Colors Fade... 

What you see is not me?

I don't care what you think and say about me. 

I will not allow you to define "me'" by how I style my hair, the clothes I wear and definitely

not the color of my skin.

I am not black, white, asian, Hispanic or native American.

But, I am an American that was born and raised in Maryland

that now resides in a city of Douglasville, west of Atlanta in

the state of Georgia.

We have so much more in us than what you see.

When someone asks, "Who are you?"

I state my case to explain how I have progressed through college to receive two degrees, married to an educator and have four beautiful, strong children.

As I began to share more about me, you will see more similarities than differences that defines how we are more alike than anything.

Then we see how color fades away and it is more like a mirror before their eyes.

I become them and they become me and then the color fades.

There is no more anyone that is left out and pushed aside because we realize that we are one big melting pot that was designed to connect together like puzzle pieces designed by God to create a beautiful masterpiece.

So, instead of defining yourself by the color of your skin and nationality.  Just began to share your story and it will bring out more similarities that link us together to help each other overcome crises of any sort.

When color fades....


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