RED
the shade of our skin,
the color of our eyes,
the shape of our noses,
the way our hair falls,
things we don’t decide
yet they seem to be
deciding factors in how we see eachother,
deciding factors of how we treat eachother,
and the label you stick behind it,
telling me this beauty is better than that beauty
but youre the one who’s ugly inside,
these words you stick to human perceptions called race,
yet we all bleed red
This poem is about:
Our world