Words, styles, accents
Uncontrollable, yet so important
Eyes and skin
Only appearance seems evident
Speak a different tongue
Have a different view
Expose yourself
And be the alien, the ‘new’
Originating in one land
Developing in another
Always a traitor to one
And a foreigner to the other
Burn within
With pain, searing
Attempt to express
And find a lack of hearing
Ignorant and shallow
Recognizing colours is all it’s used for
Only sees skin-deep
And is capable of no more
Blind eyes classifying
Even that which they don’t know
Blinder still are the many
Who unquestioningly follow
Belong neither here nor there
Belong to no hypocrite
Belong only to the uniform sky
Which, with a thousand lights is lit
Author notes
This is a reflection of experience.
Written at around April 2007.
Critique and give suggestions, please.
Comments
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Written Out Of Real Life!
I have alot of appreation for this poem that you have written.For in my opinion in todays as well as in the past ,people think that what matters the must is what color,size,sex,denomination,etc. that other's are and you just nipped this one in the bud .This I believe is the first time tht I have read your poetry but I have to say the part speaking on being Judged, only God himself can be our true Judge,and what other's have to say really should not matter ,even though I know it does!As something else to improve this , I think that it is really good just as it is !For it already is a very huge Impact on descrimination ! Written about real life. Brenda Gae

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thank you for sharing this with us.
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hmm, I'm not so sure what to make of this...it seems you are speaking of a moment of being judged, or many moments...or maybe the shock of realizing that the person you are judging faces so much worse than you and so you don't really matter in your opinons...but I think it's an encouragement to get out there and show your wild a beautiful colors for what they are...my only suggestion would be to perhaps make it a little less choppy, your point won't get so easily lost that way


