Colorblind Poem by Sarai Girma

Land of the free, supposedly...
I see the way you look at me;
As if you’ve seen all there is to see,
Like another statistic is all I’ll be.
I’m sorry I can’t see through your eyes,
I’m sorry I don’t believe your lies,
I’m sorry I won’t let all your tries
To get me down control my life.
Your tired, jaded mentality
Is not my true reality,
I don’t see life in black and white,
I don’t see beings as wrong or right.
And if my liberal state of mind
Makes me one of a dying kind,
That’s fine with me and I don’t mind;
I guess I’m colorblind.