I wonder if Obama’s face was snowy white,
Would all of America lie in such a fright?
Would we all run to the polls to speak our minds?
Would this still be the greatest election in all time?
Because of Obama’s reflection of the midnight sky,
Is it going to hinder his success and why?
Even the diamonds that brightly shine,
Is uprooted in black from within the mines.
And if we had allowed the diamond’s darkened shade,
To prevent us from seeing the diamond’s royal glade,
We would never realize the beauty deep inside,
And within the black covering would the diamond hide.
Flowers and trees different yet alike,
All painted many colors to please the artist’s sight,
Tulips are purple, the trees and flowers green-
Yet that never stopped the sun from pouring upon them its beam.
People are white, yellow, black, and brown,
But we’re all generated by the same sound-
A heart that beats and continues to go on,
Despite color and race a star is born!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem