Come, meet me in the dark with outstretched hands,
I would not know your colour or your kind;
And do not speak, in case my biased mind
Forms judgement long before it understands
The words you use. Conceal from me the lands
You've travelled through, the culture that's entwined
In all your thoughts, the politics you find
Acceptable, the ground where your faith stands.
If I could come as nakedly as you,
Abandoning my way of life and creed,
Forgetting those ideas I'm closest to
And recognising what I really need;
Could we, for just a moment, see right through
Our diverse layers to our common seed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved this poem. Strip away everything and we r but the same. And this sadly only happens in young children the innocents language colour politics religion does not exist it does not reside in us when we are born but sadly we are taught it by our parents and others. I for one embrace it.