LINDA THOMAS
FIRST POEMS
she is more than you will ever know
because you would never take the
time to know her
she is witty and charming and
beautiful and black
her skin the color of milk
chocolate
and her soul just as sweet, as are
her kisses
explanations should not be
necessary, but I will
I see people, just people, all one
race; the human race
the color of her skin means nothing
more
it is color, like the color of her
hair or her eyes
I see the fire in those eyes and
the rainbow in her soul
she is gentle and kind and has a
passion for life
this girl is smart and funny and
has a smile that shines
but you would just pass her by
without a glance
murmuring something derogatory
under your stale breath
and being the lady she is, she
would simply ignore you
so you just move along, your
opinions mean nothing
she is my life and my happiness and
I love her fiercely
trifle with her and I would defend
her with my life
so you just pack up your little
bigotries and leave us
in our world we are all God's
children equally...
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SECOND POEM
white people are not actually white
and black people are not actually
black
we are pink and beige and brown and
tan
we are all simply the color of our
skin
and that changes with the
weather....
we are all the color of flesh,
flesh is merely that
we are one race, one species...the
human race
we hail from the four corners of
the planet
but his planet is our domain; it is
our territory
the human animal is sophisticated
and complex...
we are also naive and fearful and
rather stupid
someone, somewhere, sometime long
ago
decided that the color of our skin
had some bearance
that our pigment implied something
about us
and that a particular tone of flesh
should be better
there are two distinct types of
life on this planet
plants and animals, and though some
may argue
we are animals; just as cats and
dogs and lions and bears
every species comes in a multitude
of colors, it's nature's way
how dismal a place the world would
be devoid of colors....
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THIRD POEM
a battle since time began
from the first time man judged man
seeking that which is the same
seeing skin but not the flame
all hearts beat the rhythm of life
all bleed red when cut by a knife
why is different something to fear
to ridicule with verbal smear
men of good character close their
eyes
they turn their heads and ignore
the lies
but the ignorant hear and believe
and loudly preach what they
perceive
in truth man is simply man good and
bad
having nothing to do with the skin
they clad
less we forget we are all of one
race
our own destruction we may one day
face...
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Linda Thomas
United States of America
hello Linda.. Your poetry agaisnt racism is right to the point.. I wish everyone can read this. excellent poetry
ReplyDeleteVery powerful. Thank you for putting words to my beliefs and values. We are one.
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