Pink stripes on a black stone, White polka dots on trees. Purple bear with blue claws, Birds with neon green wings. Orange cars with red tires, White sperms with balck eggs. Chocolate and vanilla twist kids, Not at all but a forbidden race. What about the rainbows, and our colorful lizards? Why are they considered beautiful, when the colors are also in a mixture? All in a form of one's preference, to shape our world's fate. It's only by the trick of a color, that gives us a reason to hate.
Reason for writing:
I'm bi-racial myself. (black n white)
I wrote this poem because I think
we judge people by the color
preference rather than "who"
they are or the purpose of their
living on this earth.
Birth sign: Not entered
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