Seeing In Colors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

People who come here to America seem to see us in colors,
instead of as people.

They separate us into black and white without realizing
it seems, that we are all only equal together.

Just because some people sit with other's of the same
color doesn't mean there's racism or hatred for all.

We come together or separate just like people of one
family, like family members we don't always sit or do
things together, so why should any one else do so?