SKIN COLOUR

You blush when I talk of ruddiness
Yet you stay in the sun all day
I heard you talk of colours
And refer these to mean men

Black is pitched against white
Red has nothing to do with brown
Mixed are termed colour in between
Racial scale rooted in discrimination

What tint of skin do you prefer?
Given a chance to make a choice
Charcoal black or snow white
It doesn’t really make a difference

Look not to the others as inferior
Nor yourself as superior
Red blood flows in our veins
Pigment is just skin surface deep

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: NGA

Favorite Poets: Inspired by an article in an old manuscript

Comments

True

Those who use colour to feel either superior or inferior miss the true nature of self. Thank you.