The color of smooth Caramel
Infiltrates my skin.
A skin so rare
Unlike the fair
Skin of where my mother lives.
A place Where white lays on the walls
And on the paper thin.
But also everywhere the White's
Caked on the people's skin.
But soon out here
Where skin is dear
Dark Brown soon filtered in.
A Black and White picture's more right
Than the drab White where we begin.
But my rich hue of Caramel
Was still one of its kind.
With unique ideas trapped inside
my seldom speaking mind
Like how many dollars can I make by starting with a dime?
How many places can I go before I run out of time?
But soon and odd idea developed in my brain
A way for me
On earth to leave
My smooth Caramel stain.
Could I mix the White and Black,
Could two opposites gel?
And turn my world from just white pearl
To a color scheme quite parallel.
But my childish view upon the world
Backfired in my face.
My idea to mix Black and White
Exploded without grace.
They would not blend
They sternly stood staring face to face
But each made sure that they stood still
On their like colored side
But a deep resent
Kept each present
Until these two worlds did collide.
A war between opposing shade
Ravaged under sun and shade
Exploding under lead and blade
All classes joined, the poor and made
And continues still to this fair day
Dilluted only by the time
But time a weak pollutant grime
Compared to charisma and to change.
Even to the educated
The subject still ignites a flame.
A flame of ignorance and pride
Still flares hot above the adverse hides
Of human skin and human mind
Will change come?
And come in time?
A question still not answered yet
Not even with Black presidents
But personally
From what I see
Peace and change are not to be.