Equal
March 9, 2018
Equal?
I am not equal,
For the color of my skin
Deems me better.
For my skin,
Is untouched paper
A dancing painting of peach
with privilege.
Every person is a different painting
One is not the same as the other
Their paintings include variations of brown, yellow, and black.
They are looked at
as if the are less
because a painting
different than I;
is an untouched canvas.
As beautiful as me;
Colors that tell a story
Warriors,
Freedom fighters,
Sculptors,
Creators of our world.
Their ancestors
paving the paths
we walk now.
We should thank them
and their heroic past,
For it does not deem them unfit for a job.
Throwing words their way
calling them less than who they are.
We are equal,
humans of the same creation,
a unique masterpiece.
Equal?
We will be equal.