2020. What a time. A world pandemic. Political criminality. Financial instability and heightened, renewed racial discord, disharmony and unrest.
There’s a lot I can say or publish; however for now, I’ll share TWO POEMS: One, a poem I wrote years in the past: “NATURE PROVES IT TRUE.” It addresses how colour is so good, liked, desired in all elements of life–meals, artwork, nature; however with regards to naturally coloured pores and skin (i.e., no tanning beds required!), too many people with out pure ‘colour have a significant drawback…to a degree of even hate of their fellow man.
The second poem, “THE COLOR of THEIR SKIN” was written within the Nineteen Seventies by my stepfather, Mr. Leo Richards. How well timed his phrases are at the moment.
Each these and different poems about life love, racism, religion, household and dying may be discovered within the e-book assortment of 120 poems: MELODIES of the HEART: Poems of Life & Love.
NATURE PROVES IT TRUE
See a sample right here, my brother?
My white brother, too.
Sit some time, pay attention up…
Let me share some fact with you.
White bread, white rice,
For positive they’ve been round;
However proof confirms
The higher alternative is brown.
Darker chocolate absolutely has
White chocolate protects you none,
Simply energy misspent.
The butterflies that fly round,
They arrive in numerous hues.
For positive, those with deeper shades—
Extra magnificence they imbue.
The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice;
For years you’ve heard this stated.
To appear to be me, whites search the solar
And burn on tanning beds.
If Picasso and Nikita
Painted each canvas pale,
Artists utilizing deeper shades
Will surely prevail.
A backyard is known as lovely
When it’s wealthy in hue;
So, now my good friend, I need to ask
This query only for you.
Sure, the darker the higher;
Nature proves it true.
So why, with regards to pores and skin,
You need no darkish close to you?
Sure, why, with regards to pores and skin,
Darkish is not good?
Reply this—I urge of you—
Reply should you would.
Copyright © 1998 Dr. Melody T. McCloud. All Rights Reserved.
One other poem, written within the Nineteen Seventies by my late stepfather, Mr. Leo Richards. Entitled, “The Coloration of Their Pores and skin.” and his phrases SPOT ON at the moment!
THE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN
The younger man lay inside the sealed-off road,
Blood oozing slowly from the offended bullet wounds.
The officer, stone-faced, eyed the gathering crowd
As he waited for the radioed EMS.
A lady yelled, “Officer, what’s the cost?”
Unsmiling, he flipped a sheet, and skim
“Menacing. Resisting arrest.”
One other lady screamed, “we all know the cost!
The same old cost, what’s his crime?”
An outdated man with saddened eyes replied,
His crime, his solely crime,
Is the colour of his pores and skin.” —LR
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