what if colors don’t define an emotion or a feeling?
will there be love versus hatred?
or joy versus sadness?
or even success versus failure?
what if black is simply black and doesn’t mean a thing?
will there be a clamor for unity and equality?
what if white is simply white and doesn’t mean a thing?
will there be superiors and privileged ones?
I wonder how one race can mean so many things
to so many different people, believing that
to be accepted means to belong
to a certain group, a certain color
I wonder how one mind, one soul, one heart
can be diversely different, contradictory,
and multifaceted, cut in multiple angles
reflecting many faces
will the world be a better place,
if colors are simply colors?
will love then be truly fair for you, for me?