We are the same, you and I

July 23, 2009

I walked through town.
People stopped and stared at me.
Mother’s held close to their children.
Children simply gasped.

I boarded a bus full of people.
I went all the way to the back.
There sat a man.
He said,” You don’t belong here.”

At first, I was confused.
Then I began to realize what he meant.
I picked up his arm and shoved it in his face.
“You don’t either, brother.”.

He didn’t blink, flinch, nothing.
“I’m white you’re black. You don’t belong here.” He repeated.
I pulled out a tan marker and drew on his arm
“ This marker matches your skin, and tan is a color.
We are the same, you and I.”

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on Jul. 29 2009 at 8:58 pm
xXsmileXx PLATINUM, St. Louis, Missouri
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"Your dreams only become intangible when you stop reaching" ~me ;)

I love this poem! Love it, love it, love it! Its so visual. I hate when people make a big deal out of the color of their skin. We're all the same. Nice work! Keep writing!!!

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