The colors we hold
A hysterical world
Conceal ourselves and those who are unique
Only one shade is seen
A person wanting to blend in
Comparing to others
With a desire to be them
Disparate is no option
Forcing their colors to match with others
Like red, orange, and yellow
Why must we try so hard?
We have our own colors
A hue
We are taught that we aren't to be honored
When we show our shades
But only when we look identical to the alternative
But what's so wrong with the shades we accommodate?
The world, that's the problem
They covert our shades like the curtains on a theater.
A curtain that overshadows the intensity we all acquire
The colors we hold
Made by Diana Lima
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S.zaynab.k
Everyone should be allowed to feel good and human in whatever color and shade God has made their skin. That's what this great poem is saying and the laments in it are real in today's color discrimination world. Bravo for your style and muse. Thumbs up.
Im a new poet here but have been writing elsewhere for ages so I invite u to review my latest poem too. Readers elsewhere tell me they enjoy my poems lots so hoping u will too.
