The sun's light reflects off your face like a mirror. Staring up at it hurts your eyes, but you do it anyways.
You see bright light, but
Depending on how you look at it,
It could be any color.
Depending on what lens you use,
It could be any shade,
But it is still the same.
We are all human, and it is up to us
How we look at others,
Whether we classify in colors
For we are All sisters and brothers
And surface-level skin tone shouldn't be a bother.
Stars come in all sizes and tones,
But all of them are stars to the bone.
Posted in response to the challenge MLK.
Comments
I think you're on to something... this blinding by the sun that temporarily prevents us from seeing someone's color, their outward appearance at all. I sometimes wonder whether I would treat people differently if I were blind, if I would be kinder, with all visual-based internal biases removed -- the ones I can't see in myself, but that are no doubt there nonetheless. I like to think I would be just the same, but I'm sure there is much I would learn about compassion in a day without vision.
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