Black Is a Color And Not a Sin

The Bewildered Little Being

Was amused, by the slurs from its surrounding

What makes people Love its little friend?

Who looks as if half baked in a microwave oven?

And what goes wrong when they spot him

They frowned As if he has committed a grave sin?

It didn’t take a galore of time  

For the tiny wandering soul to learn

That its only felony was, to be born

With a melanoid-ebony skin tone

It wondered, hadn’t their mothers taught them

That black is just a color and not a sin?

We all are humans under the sun

With flawless souls and beautiful hearts within?

And then the tiny lips uttered heavy words

“I’ll crack open a book to record this as fact

That some might are born farther from sun

While some are closure to its warmth

The outer layer is white or tanned

That nothing but the amount of melanin

What separates you from me

That something the world must see

That under the derma, there no dividing line is

To discriminate between, we human beings”

I wish we had high definitions lenses

In Our Eyes

To look beyond the human skin tone

That there exists a beautiful heart

Whether the outer layer is...

White Or Black