When Our Color Turns Gray
We were born white
or black
or yellow
or brown
or red.
Different skin
Different hair
Different height
Different sizes
…but the same species –
HUMAN.
We all shall live.
… to grow
… to dream
… to triumph
… to fail
… to laugh
… to cry
… to love
But we all shall die…
The amount of melanin
That creates the illusion
Of whiteness, blackness, yellowness, brownness, or redness
Will not prevent us from dying.
We all shall die!
From ashes we came
to ashes we return.
And ashes are neither red
… nor brown
… nor yellow
… nor black.
Definitely, it’s not white.
It’s gray.
Posted on May 30, 2020, in Color of the Skin, Discrimination, Poetry, Racism, Tula and tagged Color of the Skin, Discrimination, Poetry, Racism, Tula. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
This is beautiful!
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Thanks!
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❤
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