ALICJA KUBERSKA
TOLERANCE
I do not lay claim to the yellow flowers
That they have petals by the sun gilded
And that cornflowers are blue, not red.
Sometimes I wonder and ask:
“What would I look like, who would I be,
If I were born in another time and place ?”
I know there are things and beings
That will never change.
The world is diverse
And I appreciate this color tone exceedingly
I do not lay claim to the yellow flowers
That they have petals by the sun gilded
And that cornflowers are blue, not red.
Sometimes I wonder and ask:
“What would I look like, who would I be,
If I were born in another time and place ?”
I know there are things and beings
That will never change.
The world is diverse
And I appreciate this color tone exceedingly
THE GENETIC ROULETTE
We are
created in the image and likeness of nature.
We fit in
as small pieces, a mosaic in the surrounding reality,
adapting
ourselves in colours and shapes.
Scandinavians’
blue eyes reflect the cold waters of the post-glacial lakes
Desert
sands sift through the brown eyes of the Arabs
Green
fields and forests bloom in the eyes of the Central-Europeans.
The
various skin colours shield us from the sun rays,
but our
blood is always the colour of bright red.
People are
united by the need of love, understanding of the otherness.
Life
presents an infinite choice of offers.
Capriciously
and unpredictably, it likes the beauty of perfect symmetry.
From the
pool of genes it chooses the next variation of the human.
METAMORPHOSIS
I dyed my
hair black
Colored
contact lenses made my eyes brown
Instant
tanning lotion made my skin olive-hued
The mirror
reflects a dark-skinned, ravishing brunette
beauty
The
blue-eyed, pale-skinned blonde vanished
I can see
the same person
Alicja Kuberska
Poland
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