You bathe daily in ignorancewith 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