Colors Bleed Haiku
A solid white cat
Snacking in a black dumpster
Life's gray areas
Colorblind
I have been told that I am colorblind,
a defect which no one can "rectify."
There black, there’s white and when I cross that line -
I’m called a nigger-lover who should die.
I hear it said that white folks are supreme.
All jokes aside, I do not see the light.
The days of slavery are but a dream
and no amount of hate can make them right.
I have been called a traitor to my race.
I do not care, I live my life for me.
I am not swayed by colors on a face -
I choose my friends by their humanity.
But by the content of the heart within.
I will not judge by color of the skin.
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