Bias.

Small boxes
smothered in shining paper.

Massive canines
barking and running and catching airborne frisbees.

Boys holding hands
hair gelled and made-up.

Blacks and whites
glaring and hating each other.


The very definition
of stereotyping.


A gift's box
can be plain and cardboard.

A dog
can be small and calm and sleep all day.

Boys can be gay
without being feminine.

We can be friends with someone,
even if they're a different color.

That amazing concept...
That brilliance...
That wonderful color-blindness...
That's called caring.

Caring no matter what.

Color is just color.

Take me, for example, and dip me in brown paint.
I'm still the same.
Why is it different if you're born with darker skin?
Why does it matter?
Why?
Why can we get to the moon,
but not over our own selfish bias?
It doesn't take technology or money that we don't have.

Just a heart that some of you don't have.

Don't be so bitter.
Don't be so unfair.

Just take a chance.
Who knows?

You might just find your best friend.

Happy Black History Month, guys.<3

Reviews

[Rae]

@ emrick
Thanks so much! :) You have no idea how much that means to me! :D

[Emrick]

Nice poem girl.(you make me start to feel good about myself.
God bless people like you.

[Rae]

Minnie, you're a freak. But I love you, baby sister.♥

[Minnie]

Bunny says yay!!!!!!!! Bunny also says boo racism! Yay black history month!
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[Rick Puetter]

Dear Rae,

Such a powerful message and so simply and clearly expressed. Loved it. My favorite part was:

"That amazing concept...
That brilliance...
That wonderful color-blindness...
That's called caring.

Caring no matter what."

I couldn't say this better myself. Well done and greatly enjoyed.

High marks!

Very best regards,

Rick

[Rae]

Awh, thanks!(: And who's CC...??

[etxcp]

P.S., CC likes it too!

[etxcp]

I think this is one of your BEST POEMS YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!