The Color You Don't See

Tue, 02/04/2020 - 21:11 -- Anesia

There is prejudice still living in the veins of this country
It seeps in and taints like poisoned blood manifesting into senseless body bags from killers corrupted by ignorance
Your hatred is a disease
You say you stand for God and this country; but I know He would not be pleased
Our founding fathers a different story a country based in exploitation starting anew in stolen nation
We built this place on the backs of others, on the backs of brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers
So don’t say you were putting your family first when other families live every day fearing the worst
They say that love is blind so maybe hatred is too
Because I can’t find another way to rationalise the people who make victims out of him, her, me, and you
I matter, you matter, we all matter, you’ll say
But mama is still burying her baby in a casket at the end of the day
True equality matters, but the broken can’t find their way
So raise your fists to the sky
And keep your smiles wide and high
Fight to make them see you for who you truly are
Fight to make them see that this sun is also a star
Because that’s what defines you and me
We are celestial because of the color you don’t see

This poem is about: 
Our world


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