Perhaps another day may pass
When midnight morning turns dull gray
And lapses have been seen that day
To write in motion what may last
For tomorrow I may see White
And be as black as brown
Knowing that tomorrow’s frown
Is but a peachy fight
And turn to know what is not half
Nor a fully mixed mutt
An world-wide dream-oar, stuck in a rut
Who thought, originally, but a laugh
For some to look, and scream, and see
The color brought lengths past
Know that the change will not come fast
Don’t look my brown peach tree
With its flowers equally laid
Brown peaches specially placed
Those picked properly faced
The harder ground, not equal shade
No one can see the seed of growth
Of my brown peach tree of fair
Some prefer to go out there
To be cut up in life’s five-sided roast
But perhaps –one—day
While lying under my brown peach tree
All those fallen will finally see
How bright it looks with equal sunray
“All’s fair that ends well”
In this it may be true
So that what is given for due of due
Then my burnt heart, begins to swell
Hopes and dreams sprinkle magic dust
For my brown peach tree to grow
And be as big as an Oak does show
I won’t let it die in hope’s rust
And when my brown peach tree is fully grown
I’ll cut it down, for it is of no use
Only a reminder of what came loose
And not of what is known.
Author notes
Ok. this poem's about the struggles people have with races, the color of my skin versus another. I'm black, as people say, but i'm really brown, if you really look at my skin. 'White' people are really peach, unless they're tan, literally, and so on....
My brown peach tree is symbolic of the togetherness of the races, where there is no significance except that my color skin is my color skin. No differentiation. And when the tree grows, it symbolizes the closeness we are to getting fully over the color obsession.
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You've placed something of substance in my mind's eye. thanks for that and good luck in my contest lol
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My young friend, let not your eyes fill with color, God made us all, one no better than another. The variety of things show wisdom, love and care, and its stupid ones that think you are better because you are fair. Lift your head, smile and see, none are like you and me. May your heart be filled with happiness and love for all. Tjhank you for sharing this.
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