I take out one drop
Face to face, we sit talk
“Who am I? ”
I ask my blood and it talks.
“...of this king, that queen, and slave in between...”
It goes on.
I’m ear
I listen
I climb with royals
Sudden fall with slaves
Then I ask: “What the hell? ”
And I mean: “You’re racist”
I de-climb
“Let us be human.
Let’s ignore race, color and gender.”
I try
Being black, almond eye, white as pearl and blond
But in fact it is hard
We are soaked in blood
In cultures, inheritance
Never say impossible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Across the grand spectrum of color, our blood all runs red...Your poem is so well crafted...Well done poet friend. PEACE