Color Blind

Color Blind

A Poem by Sloane Holt

The skin that was warmed by his:

Fairest ivory dusted with beige freckles

 

The eyes that shown with love for him:

Green-blue the shade of the Mediterranean

 

The hair he loved to bury his nose in, inhaling deeply:

Golden, like the ripe wheat of the fields

 

The cheeks that flushed after being complimented:

Sweet pastel pink

 

The meadow where we loved:

Bold emerald speckled with royal purples and bright yellows

 

The smoke from my father's gun:

Pale, drifting, grey, like a ghost

 

The blood of my love:

Crimson.

 

The little boy I held in my stomach:

Deep caramel;

Caught in between the lightness of my complextion

And the dark, coffee black skin of my love - his father.

© 2013 Sloane Holt


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I think this is a great poem about love, and the on going dispute about mixing races

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love this piece. A dark work of art that actually brightens the (my) soul.
The imagery comes easy for me...guess it helps when ya been there, done that, got the T-...uh, the baby!

Thanks for sharing this courageous read!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow ... beautiful. Great build up.

I wasn't shot - but its so relevant.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sloane Holt

11 Years Ago

Thanks! And yeah, it's usually more of just a stipulation or taboo these days, but regardless, it's .. read more
MI-KOL HIGHLY

11 Years Ago

very true...
The agony of defeat in this one... the way you convey to the reader and the somberness flow of the intent shows through... You paint a very reflective picture and add a more compelling ending...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An intriguing write that sheds light on the complexity of bi-racial stipulations within our society as a whole. Great work. It's a debatable topic that will outlast us all for a lifetime. A riveting write & read.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A very dark piece Sloane. The difficulty of mixed race acceptance. But it sounded like a tale of infanticide?

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sloane Holt

11 Years Ago

Oh well it's actually the babydaddy that gets murdered, while the white girl is carrying his child, .. read more

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Sloane Holt
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I love God, music, writing, and all sorts of art. I'm kind of a morbid thinker and some of my posts might reflect that, just a heads up. I know I'm a white girl, but I still love to rap, odd but true.. more..

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