To all of those who judge by mere pigment
Who’s eyes look
And find only the casing
Who simply see the browns’ and tans’ and golds’ and bronzes’
The outer shell instead of the inner layer
I’m not going to take it
To those who glimpse the flash of deep coffee
And ignore the gleam of intelligence, passion, perseverance
Uniqueness
Who slur ethnic terms
Testing the acrid taste
Before spitting them out like venom
I’m not going to take it
To those who sneer at the slanted eyes
The jet black hair
The whirling pools of dark liquid irises
Whose malicious mirth
Vindictive isolationism
Causes fear and tears and pain
I’m not going to take it
You who push and shove
Who use words like knives to spear
To degrade, to puncture, to wound
Who take pleasure in watching
Their spirit bleed away
Who jeers “You people”
Like the words are almost as disgusting
As those they’re directed too
Color is just a refraction of light
A trick, an illusion
I’m. Not. Going. To. Take. It.
Would you?
