Race Poem by Gabriel Rodriguez

Every grain of sand fallen,

Is an eternity.

Sand better off lost. No matter the pitfalls.

Intolerance… Produced as a result of the tone set by one's skin.

At times… Ferocity towards this subject is exuded by our kin.

Yet, they dare never utter the word

R A C I S M

Blood is made up of water, so what is more important?

Complexion is a problem.

Love reigns regardless.

These souls bonded together because of a promise.

A promise, to remain true and never wander into the outer edges of doubt.

To never let judgment be clouded by word of mouth.

Above all, these spirits form a union unconditional while getting lost in the sands whirling in the back.

This union, eleven minutes of beauty as everything fades to BLACK.