Blind Colors
Standing Together
Face its story, not its visage,
color; a powerful force in history, never to be discriminatory,
our salvation will be undoing our history;
let a person’s color bother you not.
The privilege we believe to hold over someone,
astounding allegations and betrayal; this world condones riches
and picks pennies for a future, undefined.
Bathe in the ceremony of sexes, see thy gender, remember your humanity,
grace overflows; there is no “acceptance” of what already is,
only bigotry unfurled, dandelions dedicated to occupant love,
which love do you seek~ tender dissolution?
The right we think we have,
to judge another when we know not ourselves,
thoughts are not benign,
strife is not without victims.
Religious creed, determination of holy waters~ you are worth more than adherence to customs,
the sacred blasphemy you think you hold, only Spirit is.
Subjects of cultural condition, babes are cradled in pink and blue,
that is all~ identity is merely a construct,
remind yourself of your fallacy, and bless the one in disguise.
Anna Rozwadowska 2019
