Colors Poem by Shannon Hart

My flesh is wrapped in white and black.
I have my parents to thank for that.
Excepting the beauty of what's inside me.
Forever binded by the world's insecurities.
Do I love myself?
Absolutely!
Do I love others?
Definitely!
So why is it so hard to live in this world?
The hate was here long before I arrived.
So sad to say it may be here until the end of time.
Yet I will keep my heart away from the hate.
Just to let anyone know, this is one life it will not take.
I am human whatever color I may be.
I will love you no matter what color I see.
So why is it so hard for the world to love me?