Michael Koelliker

Rookie - 0 Points (August 26th,1991 / Victorville, California)

Colour - Poem by Michael Koelliker

White, Black.
Brown, Yellow.
There is constant attack.
White does not make me mellow.

There should be no colour.
Why not just be blue.
We are all from one great Mother.
Is that not a clue?

I am a poet first,
A “caucasian” last.
The words quench my thirst.
The colours are the past.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 1, 2008

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