The Great Divide Poem by Sandra Black

Black and white, brown or yellow
It does exist
People say they don't care
But it is very much there
It is in their eyes in their stare

People say the skin don't matter
People say neither does class
Pelf shouldn't matter either
But through it all we weather

A bit of fame
Makes them tame
A bit of the blaming game
A sarcastic, a bit lame

So in the end it all does matter
We are just good to hide
Each in varying ratios
Each in varying rides

A lesser evil we select
Makes life a hell lot easier
She share my skin
She shares my pride

She may be totally daft inside
But sway her I did
Sway till high tide
I left the scullery cat outside