The Color Blood

A statement to those of difference

His skin soft his hair short,
His muscles defined his name tort,
Her nails long her lashes curled,
Her eyes sparkling singing her world,
Taunt their enemy black their curse,
Brown their confusion KKK there worse,
The same as I gone in the flood,
We came one way the colour blood

Author's Note

A simple stab at the truth!

Reviews

[keith]

well now … I purposefully find my way to the earliest entry or perhaps the one that has migrated to the last line in order to see just where this venture has launched
this piece is as good as one gets
strong truth
well done! so very well done!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you ABG 2.0

[Valentine]

Red, white, yellow or red, we are all the same under our skin. God made us all. Valentine

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This speaks in a sad voice about how we treat those of difference Thomas. I guess we all hope things have improved but the question is have we simply shifted the deck chairs and do we now hide our prejudice more?

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed my darling. Thank you.

[Pryde Foltz]

You inspired me to verse ..

We like to judge and differences are the fodder
But in the end we are all one and connected
Judging the difference of another man as less
But one hair claiming supremacy over the others

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you Pryde.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is very powerful, and telling of your own beliefs that are in fact, not beliefs, but truths.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed, thank you x

[Renée]

Great little piece Mr. Fitzgerald...I met a woman who was raised in the KKK…she said it was because of their hatred..she knew their views were wrong and when she was old enough..broke free of her family…
What color is a soul? ( ;

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I imagine it has no colour! Thank you Renee

[Renée]

I wonder.. perhaps a color we have never seen, and our vision is unable to detect.. my pleasure Mr Fitzgerald !

[Amila Jay]

you stabbed it real nice:)

[Morrigan Nicole]

Loved the rythm, a really good poem indeed.

[Calypso]

To me this shows a culture in conflict.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have known people who lived in hate. Their eyes are blind raised by bad examples. Blood is blood. People who rate a person by appearance or race end up learning too late. We are all flesh and bones. Just needing more or less. Strong words open the door to many reaction in this poem. Thank you for your direct and honest words. A excellent poem.
Coyote