Cellmates Poem by Francie Lynch
Cellmates
Begin with my skin,
White, hairy and thin;
Ignore the colour, and
I'm one with all others.
Dig deeper to bone,
We share Europe as home.
Trowel down to my marrow
You've uncovered the Congo.
We travelled different roads,
But share the same cells,
Have the same origins,
Hear the same knells.
The one difference lies in
White, hairy, thin skin.
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: prejudice,race
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4/25/2024 11:52:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a simple and a good one. check mine out