What color is your soul?

You bathe daily in ignorance

with eyes that don't see past the radius of black faces

can't see the macrocosm surrounding your minute existence

looking at you as a spec of dirt staining an otherwise flawless alabaster society

When you look at my skin

like them, you see something alien

and it scares you

If only you knew

that you are my brother

Generations ago you watched our mother

violated by master

before you were sold to a new one

You never saw what became of me

And you still refuse to see

Therein lies the disconnect

Centuries later you're wondering where I came form

Looking at my skin

Suppressing its origin

Ignorance is bliss

But bliss is blinding

I wrote this for those who

choose sight over contentment

for those who know happiness does not exist without freedom

I wrote this because quitting is quieting

and love is loud

That's why we love with our hearts

The constant beating that cannot be ignored

Love is a uniting desire for which humans yearn

But we ration our short supply

Reserving it only for those who meet aesthetic requirements

What color is your soul?

Is it worthy of love?

Or does it deserve centuries of traumatizing bondage

Reviews

[David Scott]

I enjoyed your write.
I am Caucasian... Yet, as a child, I did not think of my color or anyone else's color around me. I was shocked when I heard my own family talking with prejudice about other races. I was equally shocked to find my friends of other ethnicities and their family looking at me with racist filters.
I like how you tie love to the beating of a heart and it's unquiet persistence. We all bleed the same blood... This is what we give in life; our blood. When we stop giving our love our own blood freezes within a useless heart.
I could think on this one a while... Great write.

[Lizzie Mitchell]

thank you
you paraphrased the meaning of this one eloquently

[Ilerah]

I really enjoyed how you wrote a story within the poem, imagine it as a story or even a book. Truly an amazing poem.

[Lizzie Mitchell]

thanks it actually began as a story of something that happened in my life and i cut that part out!

[Ilerah]

Oh! That's funny, well it turned out as a good poem so a guess that worked out.

[Meraki]

That's a strong message and a marvelous poem. A written work of art. It's genius has burrowed deep in my heart.

[Lizzie Mitchell]

that means so much
thank you

[SleeplessVolcano]

Beautiful poem! I do not think anyone deserves the bondage of earlier generations, though unfortunately it happens, probably, to all of us, to a certain extent.

To be free from the bondage of our forefathers; to be free from the chains of others words; to be free from the lies we tell ourselves.......such a vast demand for freedom, yet so little supplied in the hearts of mankind.

[Lizzie Mitchell]

thank you, i'm honored that someone who's constantly erupting appreciated this