Diversity Has Delicious Flavour

I have a good nature,

When I see a person's pain,

Teardrops are falling,

glistening like silver,

dripping like rain, from eyes.

I feel pain,

Like a stabby dagger,

Like a shot of a bullet in the chest.

Seeing the cry,

Watching the hurt,

I am feeling as if thousands of needles, pierce me,

I looked up at the sky,

As nothing can be done

To redeem the pain.

So,

I don't want to deserve better,

I want to have a partner for a lifetime,

I know I have liked a girl or two,

We are always there in hindsight.

As promisor in my love,

I promise to be better,

I want that we both,

Would not go by color,

Black, brown, or white,

We will not matter,

As the same is not soul’s flavor.

I have faith in my thought,

It’s the colors in life that

We are capable to handle,

Weak are the eyes,

That judge a person’s by their skin,

Unable to see what resides within.

Beauty is the warmth within,

I am proud to wear my skin,

In which I am born,

For I am whole,

Unlike a racist shredded and torn.

When people judge you,

By your color,

Tell them,

It’s a time of the day,

To experience diversity

And it has a delicious flavor.