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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