The world—it’s smothered
in dull luster;
It’s black and white and
lacking wonder.
I look beyond the
gray exterior,
but it don’t matter;
I don’t see color.
Are we living
individuals
Or have we all fought
pointless battles?
The world—it crumbles;
the people shatter.
But I don’t hear it;
I don’t see color.
The two colors blend;
why’s it a hassle?
Then I am caught in
the middle of the thunder.
But this ain’t my world;
I can’t dive that shallow.
But what’s it matter?
No one sees color.
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Author:
KRWonder (
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- Comment from author about the poem: See my color; see my history; to say you don’t see someone’s color often sounds like you are disregarding their experiences and struggles. See it and simply respect it.
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Comments4
Good write KR.
Thank you.
We are all unique and individual and that’s our super power, lovely and meaningful write KRWonder.
Lathen
Thank you!
Love it the world needs this powerful message!!
Thank you for reading! Much appreciated.
I like the cut of your jib my friend .. a neat poem, a fine introduction to your pen and more than anything, a finely tuned and well expressed authors note .. Neville
Thank you! It is much appreciated that you stopped by to read this piece. Thank you again for such kind words.
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