Color Poem by Craig Fieldings

It binds us, surrounds us, reminds us, denies us, the shades are many like grains of sand on the beach. Like a rainbow, displaying countless colors. Hey Nigger, Cracker, Wetback, Gook, Guido. There are as many profiles and stereotypes as they are spectrum of colors. Ignorance is bliss. It takes courage and intelligence to see the world through my eyes. Who are you to judge me? What’s my birth name? Do you know? Do you even care? My point exactly! ! Nigger! ! That’s right, don’t get twisted, a Nigger comes in all types of colors. Where do I fit in the bell curve? That's nonsense, how can that be? How can the color of my skin determine my fate? Curly, straight, nappy, good hair, bad hair what's this all about? Comb or pick choose your weapon, like I had something to do with it.
How would my life be without color? What is color other than an adjective describing a noun? Does color simply describe an object or person, or is there more to it? I don't know I'm just asking because it seems to get a lot of attention. Color, it may bind us, surrounds us, reminds us, denies us, but does not define us.