Color Boxed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Color Boxed
Father You've made me black I see.
Black though outside but not inside of me!
Others of colors like nature You've made...
Are locked and color boxed,
Giving each other cold shoulders
And shade!
This can not be the reality You'd want us to have?
Living in limitations with disagreements that don't pass!
What is it that we should do?
What is it?
This is what I ask.
Everyone seems to speak of dreams
Of kicking each other's ass!
And this has been long lasting,
A stagnant task that is so sad!
Father You've made me black I see.
Those without color
Believe they are superior than me!
And those of shades from dark to beige,
Also are mistreated!
Will we ever overcome being color boxed...
To be saved?
Before we are all defeated?
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4/26/2024 11:31:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Love the line 'Those without color', some of those without color have no imagination to see what the world could be if all were accepted and respected for their nationality. Good write Lawrence...just some thoughts from a pale beige woman...