The SON, Stars and the Moon
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All of you,
tell me how you demand to have respect given to you
by the man whos color is lighter in hue
if you cannot respect you
whos color is the darkest of blue?
Black.
Like the night sky.
You're ashamed my child?
Then you forget the stars.
Do the stars have shame,
that they shine so bright?
In the midst of the darkest of darkest of nights?
How have you,
who owns color that is the darkest of the darkest hue forgotten?
Black.
The segregation.
To speak the word is a sin.
Yet you inflict it on your closest of kin .
You seperate yourselves into light blue, dark blue, and teal.
You steal
the degrading words of the lighter hue
When he sees you all as
collectively blue.
Black.
Look inside your hearts little stars.
The power in your celestial flames
erupts not only from the stigmas, stereotypes and blame,
but also from love.
You are powerful stars.
Lit from the SON above.
For you,
Who posses the lightest of the lightest hue,
do not forget the spectrum has other colors too.
There is no better,
and no worse one.
All formed, shaped and illuminated
from the SON.
White.
For you,
are the Moon.
Yes,
you are certainly bright,
but do not assume that you illuminate the night!
For the SON any only the SON
gives you your light.
White.
Do the stars seperate themselves from each others light?
Do the stars have shame that they are so
----- so bright that not even the moon cannot extinguish their light?
Do not the stars
and the moon
come together?
Even in the stormiest of weather,
they unite.
To form an even brighter
inextinguishable light.
What is Black?
What is White?
The moon respects the stars
and the stars love the moon.
They are the same.
We are the same.
Black or
White.
All just bretherin that light up the night.
Celestial bodies that erupt from gases
whether they are rock as the moon or stars aflame.
We all come from one in the same.
The SON.
There is no Black,
no White,
no color,
as long as we love one another,
as we are loved by
The SON.