you bully him by his colour, label
him with the #hashtag of contempt
for a colour he did not make -
something you can not change
you despise him by his colour, pass
judgement before he could say a word
for a colour he did not bargain -
something you can not classicise
you scold him by his colour, cage
him in entangled web of cold feet
for a colour he did not conjure
something you can not abjure
yet; you dote the sky dressed in motley, birds
arrayed in etch smorgasbord plumage
and floral groomed in variety of colours
to appeal and satisfy our senses
you adore blacks coz you are black,
cherish whites coz you are white
and cold-shoulder nature's oneness
as if you can turn the wheel of nature
how much will you have adore birds
of same colour of black or white soar
in a sky of same hue of black or white
if not for their varieties of colour display
you abhor him, scorn variety; please
swerve underneath his skin and uncover
his psyche lay silent in fabrics of gold
it's not black or white as well
cocooned in grey-dark embroidery
of guess work open to interpretation;
it's the person and not the colour
that the narrow-minded predicates!
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