A Voice Through MLK

I have a dream...

That one day...

We'll paint within the lines,

Define the world in 50 shades.

The book will write itself.

A center of a hidden truth

Lurks deep within the past.

Blind are those, to all who see

contaminated thoughts

Hatred loves to follow change,

As love disintegrates.

Strike adversity with a match

And set the world ablaze.

If color makes the world go 'round

Then why do I see shades?

An ocean, blue,

With grass so green,

imagine colored white

An ocean, white

With grass so white.

Is that where beauty lies?

If a color’s crowned as king

We'd contradict ourselves.

Who is named a privileged fool?

When we are not the same?

If brown is tied to color; shame.

Then shame on all that is:

Eyes and hair

And animals.

Chocolate chips

And instruments.

The seeds we need to grow.

Coffee,

And that matching belt,

In all the sports we play.

Shame! Shame! You shame us all!

You must remove yourselves.

Fiz-eh-cality sets a sail,

Defines a hidden truth.

If we were made to look alike,

Our eyes would be the same.

The color white has cloaked a coat

Yet we were made to differ.

Find the light within yourself

And let the hatred simmer.