Colors are what's inside my Crayola and paint box
by Jaci Rae
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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My views on race, color, class. I long for a world where there is no distinction, but a world that is ruled with love and honor.
You judge me if Iím black or white;
You judge me if Iím wrong or right.
You look at me as if I werenít there;
You see what you want, do I really care?
But it does hurt to see the pain inside;
When colors are judged, not just the painting kind.
Instead of seeing me for who I am;
You judge me through your eyes that have been filled and crammed;
With hatred, dishonesty and abuse;
Hearts filled the destruction and filtered views.
Itís time to move past what you believe;
And see me for me, not preconceive,
Who you think I am and who I should to be;
Because Crayonís are colors not what makes me.
Copyright Jaci Rae and North Shore Records
Jaci Rae - Christmas with Love
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|Reviewed by liaquat razvi
|simple and lovely peom.accept my regards,jeci.and if u allaw me to ask that is it possible for some one to become himself?|
|Reviewed by Susan Phillips
|A very angry poem - let's just keep encouraging the world to see us all as we really are inside.|
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Excellent message...great write, Jaci|