Color Blind

Color Blind by Leslie Noyes

I once professed to color blindness, black, white, red, brown, all people looked the same, I claimed,

But the skin and its store of melanin or lack thereof does not a person make. No, color is bone deep, 

Soul drenched, and we are different in beautifully messy ways. Better to be color aware than color

Blind. Better to celebrate the tints and tinges of pigments than to ignore our unique differences. 

Peace, people.

Privilege

we’ve all
been there,
done that;
inadvertently
chosen
the wrong path
or even worse,
knowingly picked
the greater
of two evils,
and still
others never
had the chance
to see the
paths of
separation
distinct for a
few, a blur to
many.
why for some
are such choices
ruinous,
unforgiveable,
irredeemable?
and for others,
merely sleeping
police in
destiny’s way?
happy accidents
of birth,
color, and
privilege
create a
line delineating
the merely flawed
from the
tragically
ill-fated.
we know our place
even if we refuse
the claiming.

I See You

I see you
Behind me in the
Checkout line at
Publix.
You have two items to buy
I have a cart full.
I wonder, if I wave you
Ahead of me in line
Will you then wonder if I only
Made the move because
Your skin is brown and
Mine is white and I feel the
Need to show you that
I Am Not Like “Those”
Whites;
Those who shoot
First and are
Not indicted later.
Those who hide
Behind a
Badge or a
Law that says
“Stand Your Ground”
Even when that
Ground is a
Public space, but
I Am White
And
You Are Not.
How can I
Prove my
Worth;
Convince you
I am
Not the enemy
When time
After
Time
Someone
Like
Me
Might
Have
Been?
Please, I smile
I’m in no
Hurry,
You go
Ahead.
You smile back
A thank you.
I promise, this is
Something I’d have
Done regardless of the
Colors of our skin.

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