This poem was an impromptu one. Before I started my daily writing exercises, I checked out a friend's blog that discussed racism in this year's political debate . . .
Politics 2008
Tears bleeding
old wounds refuse
to form scars
etched into skin shaded
a million hues divided -
whites, reds, browns, and yellows -
not softening nor blending
into ideals forming
the melting pot.
Tears bleeding
old wounds refuse
to form scars
etched into skin shaded
a million hues divided -
whites, reds, browns, and yellows -
not softening nor blending
into ideals forming
the melting pot.
