“See No Color“
If the sun rises and leads
Vultures to where we lie,
Then they wouldn’t mind
The shape of our nose;
The length of our hair or
Its texture, or our culture.
They wouldn’t mind the color
Of the eyes or the flesh,
Or where we hailed from,
Since dinner has been served.
And when we’re without clothes
And skin, our blood drips
Carrying the same colour.
Who would hate who?
Oh man,
Your penis isn’t made of steel.
Their beaks would penetrate
The meatus as if it were a vagina.
They would be blind to sex,
For satisfaction is what
They crave for, while we lie
Naked.
While we’re alive, hate me.
But, not because of
The skin color I wear,
Or the shape of my body.
If at all you’d hate,
Love me first, then forgive
My wrongs but see no color.
By Elijah Christopher
Elijah Christopher is a journalist at A New Touch Of Africa, is also a creative writer, a poet, and an IT enthusiast. He contributed to the collaborative poem written in celebration of Edwin Morgan Centenary, the first Glasgow poet laureate and Scottish national poet from the University of Glasgow. He loves meeting people and learning about new places, cultures, events, and lifestyles.