Behind the Color Blind

Adams, Nordette
You say you see no color.
I say you’re
full of it!*
I hope when you look at me you see
black a little bit,
for when you
say you see me how can that really be
when part of
who I am is my ethnicity?
I like my hair, my skin tone,
I like my heritage; It influences my
art enriches how I live.
I like your hair and color and even
your eyes too,
one of my
favorite hues is that lovely shade of blue.
But I wouldn’t want to be you,
I like myself just fine, and don’t
want you to be me; we’ll both get there in time.
 I know you like Scott Joplin, and I love a
Bernstein score,
I love good gumbo and pot pies, one
flavor’d be a bore.
When we escape these bodies, and meet
at heaven’s gate, then we can say no color,
We’ll have nothing to debate.
We’ll be at peace in truth, and
understand all things,
but until
then let’s be real…
Enjoy what difference brings!
And until that day in glory when we
are truly one,
let’s love
ourselves in color,
not pretend
that we see none.
Consider what it means, to love
without condition,
it means to
see all sides of me, yet love is your decision.
To be high but lay down low, and love
beyond yourself
is the best
way to love others, and have spiritual wealth.
But to claim you see no color, and
smile like all is fine

is to say you don’t see wholely and if so, we see
you’re blind.