See Me
You don’t see color?
Then you must have a real hard time with traffic lights.
But no, what you really mean is
You choose
Not
To
See
Me.
You choose to ignore all of my struggles
All of my pain
All of my hurting
All of my journey.
You choose to ignore my story written in the delicate pores of my skin
In the language of melanin.
And I know it’s not an easy story.
There’s no happy ending scripted into each of my scars and bruises.
But instead, you make the choice to walk blindly
Unprotected
Into the busy intersection of life
Unknowing
Uneducated
Of others around you
Of their struggles
And their pain
And their hurting
And their journeys.
Instead
See me.
See my color and value me.
Honor me
And you will be educated about my experience.
Join me
And together we will work against those who seek to harm me.
Together
I can show you how to be better.
So again
I beseech you
Close your mouth
Open your ears
And uncover your eyes
And see me.
See me.
You don’t see color?
Then you are missing out on the beautiful picture made for you by the heavens.
So open your eyes
And lay your gaze upon it.
Bask in it with me my friend.