Melanin, Cartilage, Curves
Genitals, Wrinkles, Nerves –
they’re categorical words,
not the treatment one deserves.
They’re not traits people earn,
but they’re worth fighting to preserve.
They’re pen strokes that occur
impacting our hopes and concerns.
They’re flashes of light in a darkened room,
that barely allow us to see or to move.
They’re what we observe and what we assume,
utterly disregarding so much of the whom.
The surface is telling, but never enough
to recognize the soul beneath its make-up.
For the colors we paint on ourselves and each other,
stifle the truth: we are all sister and brother.
Blood has been the ink of human legacy,
but moving forward, it doesn’t have to be.
We can become our ancestor’s wildest dreams,
if we only let love teach us to see.