I tell you that I'm human.....
Does that mean I have to choose
one color or the other
or else you'll say I lose?
I won't say that I'm colored
nor will I say I'm white.
I say we're all related
and I know you know I'm right.
Why point out all our differences
when what we want is peace?
Why not celebrate our human-ness
and watch the hatred ease?
You ask me of my color.
You want to know my race.
I tell you that I'm human...
it's written on my face.
My heart pumps blood just like yours
my joints ache when it rains.
Lets stop focusing on color
and start to use our brains.
Very well written, Mary...and this is not a subject easy to present. I agree whole heartedly with your thought. Raynette
Fantastic Mary, I should have thought of this approach. You handle it well and I feel a simmering anger in there. A great piece stated with passion and verve.
The only sensible approach there can be on this matter and superbly put.
OMG...Mary this SO ROCKS....! ! ! ! ! ! It really strikes a chord! ! ! One of the best i have read in a while....Excellent....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
perfectly done. awesome. love starr