The Color of My Skin
Thissuperficial coating isn’t really all I am.
Ipromise I will judge you not;
Mighteven call you friend
Inan all-inclusive parallelogram.
It’snot my fault that I was born to
Parentswho are white;
Amatter over which I’ve no control.
Andthough I cannot understand
Yourstruggle or your plight,
Perhapswe’ll find some commonality inside our souls.
Traditionsdemand loyalty to generations past
Toperpetuate the evil as well as the sublime,
Makingchanging attitudes a glacierous affair,
AnotherEverest implausible to climb.
Wewait, we pray the world will grant us favor
Thattransgressions of the past may be absolved.
Wereach a hopeful hand across the table
Andthe interaction softens our resolve.
Iwon’t apologize or ask forgiveness
Forthe prior generations of my kin.
Ionly want to meet you looking forward,
So,I ask you, please,
Don’thate me for the color of my skin.
