A world full of Color

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This is a poem I wrote for a friend of color many years ago. It was to make a point about racism in the world. Its a poem that depicts how we are all really the same if we really open our eyes.

Submitted: June 06, 2013

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I lay here this night wondering why
people judge me. Sometimes I cry.
I hate the way they look at me.
Why don’t they see the things I see?
I love to dance, I love to sing,
I love to eat, I care about everything.
I love to feel the wind on my face.
Why should I feel out of place?
I like Italian and Indian too.
I like Chinese and I eat fondue.
I go to movies. I own a car.
I like to dance when I go to the bar.
I know how to love, just like you.
I breathe air! Hey, I’m human too.
What gives you the right to judge me?
Why didn’t your mommy make you see
that the color of my skin isn’t who I am.
Wait, yes it is, and I don’t give a damn
If you think you are better because you are white!
This world is mine too! Get over it, alright?
Remember when we were kids, we’d hang out all day?
No one ever said, “no, you can’t play,"
Because you need to be just one shade lighter.
Are you kidding me? Hell if I was any whiter
I’d look like you, all pale and bland.
I’m beautiful now, you must understand
that given the chance I’d choose to be
The exact same person that you see.
I’m proud to have such beautiful skin,
and best of all what lies within
this wonderful person that you’ve failed to discover
is an amazing friend if you’d just uncover
the mask that you’ve chosen to wear on your face.
Guess what? Now you’re out of place.
You need people in your life who are just like me,
who love from their hearts, and won’t judge when they see
someone who may not look the same as you.
Believe me, they feel the same things you do.


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