It's as if they fear the color
Will drip off of their skin and stain their clothes
As if they may breathe it in
Like a poison
Like a disease
They squint their beady little eyes
Staring
Menacingly
At their beautiful dark skin
Their luscious brown eyes
Eyes that also see color
But see it as a blessing
A gift
They draw a line
Right between black and white
Yell profanity across it
As if one step across the line
Made such a difference
As if one side
Was so much superior
Then I walk over
And dust into the air
There is no more line
Suddenly they are all people
All colors
All people
They have always been people
Why can't they see
Black or white
We're
All
People
Remember