COLORBLIND WITHIN: People have been insulted, abused, ostracized and even killed for falling in love with the ‘wrong color’. Will that day come when the world will become colorblind?
Should it be a crime, I ask?
Should it be a sin for one to love another
regardless of color?
Two individuals filled with love,
and devotion.
Colorblind within, all they see and feel
Is love eternal:- “till death do us part”.
Reactions,
However,
from the rest of the world,
Is nothing short of heart-breaking—
Wagging tongues,
silent stares,
scrutinizing looks
coming from total strangers.
You might not hear the silent whispers.
Yet,
they are everywhere like sordid guests
stalking in their shadows.
Innocent children;
products of mixed color are left to wonder
what race they belong to.
Stuck in individual vague identity,
they feel different from others
and question the validity of their being.
“What am I, Mom?” they might ask.
“Why am I different from you?
my skin, my hair;
why is it so different?”
Sometimes,
They try to hide the ‘strange’ eyes,
the long hair,
the ‘alien’ features that set them apart
from others.
The skin feels like a cloak of burden
that’s neither colorful nor colorless.
Interracial marriage, no different from others
except by vision.
It comes with a toll.
All the hurtful questions thrown at you—
“Is that your child?
Are you his Nanny?
Was he switched at birth?
Was he adopted?”
You try to smile and ignore the hurt.
You try to get by with humor that fails.
You laugh at a ridicule;
a ridicule that’s far from amusing.
Colorblind within;
some days you wish you could paint a sign
or wear an emblem
that tells the world who you are for real:
“I’m part black and part white.
Some part of me is Irish;
the other is Asian.
I am international.
And;
I am cool”
Beneath all the anguish,
all the sarcasms and lingering gossips’
lies a harvest of advantages
that favor the products of mixed race and color.
You stand like a tree,
drawing nutrients and nutrition,
from north and south;
east and west.
In times of stress and adversity,
there’s always some place to go;
a place to hide
and a place to call a home.
In place of tears,
you should put a smile on your face.
Yours is a cross that comes with benefits.
Don’t be surprised to learn
that someone out there
values your potentials and possessions.
Someone out there wants to be like you;