The Color Of Our Skin Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

The color of our skin
Need not have shades of prejuduce
A tinge of biased thoughts therein
And hues of endless racial malice.

The color of our skin
Does not show our state of heart -
What we are, or where we've been,
Or the love we have there to impart.

The color of our skin
Does not show in our poetry
We write the human side we're in
And show the canvas of diversity.

We're thankful for these colors
And hope that people come to know
Whatever reasons our poems are for,
We are all colors of the rainbow.