A Pool Of Sharks Poem by Doris Cornago

So many faces, so many races
Our life undergoes so many
Phases, seeking definition
By our color, that's a door
Couldn't help but laugh
At that shortsighted
Crap, swimming
Through a
Pool full
Of
Sharks
That's what
When you try
To associate color
With anything credible
You're blinded by your mind
Black is beautiful, why not, but
Also, white, brown, yellow and a
Mixture of what's in between, who's
Gonna win this I-me-mine game, who is
To blame, but all of us trying to seek same