Maybe It’s Not To Late, To Erase This Word We Call Hate


I awoke late last night,
Looked out the window it was black,
with little shimmers of white,
God had created this harmony
Between the two,
for In the darkness he Knew,
That you could love me,
And I could love you.

As a child we never saw,
Color as crime,
So I became your friend,
And you became mine,
together we would play,
day after day,
We made a special handshake,
And became homies,
Forever to stay.

It was not long till forever came,
and you and I could not look at each other the same,
For you are black and I am white,
You are wrong and I am right,
I know you see it in reverse,
And that is not love,
But an evil curse,
The more we feed it,
The worse it will grow,
Ending in our death,
This we know,
It is an affliction on mankind,
And it does transverse through time.

You are different from me,
In our skin it’s easy to see,
But I know you love your children,
Just as I love mine,
So today not tomorrow is the time,
And just maybe it’s not too late,
To start again with a clean slate,
and we'll erase this word we call hate.


  • Author: magenta1 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 31st, 2017 08:53
  • Category: Friendship
  • Views: 23
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