ANTOA POETRY: See No Color

See No Color

“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

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.

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