My mother taught me color
A lesson I never understood
My mother taught me color
and now I must undo what I have learned
My mother taught me black
and all the evils it presented.
I always saw beauty and dark ebony tones of grace.
My mother taught me white
the pure awe-inspiring color of truth and righteousness
but I could always see specks of dirt
My mother taught me black, white and other.
I’ll teach my children the rainbow
I’ll teach my children of the beauty and variety of all the colors
whereas my mother taught me ignorance.
Sad, the damage done by "well meaning" parents. I know of the prejudice of what you speak: some of my family were highly against marrying into another race. My oldest sister went through hell: to me, it didn't matter, as long as he treated her right. He didn't: it wasn't because of his race, he was a jerk!! I know white jerks, black jerks, Asian jerks, Middle-Eastern jerks, Hispanic jerks: no race is immune. A powerful, heartbreaking message you've penned today.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
My best friend was black; I can remember my Gramma telling me not to "play with that N----- girl." My doctor who did my back surgery was black: he was the Air Force's top neurosurgeon at that time. So what if he was black? It's the knowledge in the head and the skill of the hands that matters most....get me started LOL Good on you!!
I come from an extreemley multicultrual background, and so many of my classmates were as black as pitch. A hoot and a half in class too.
My mother taught me......not to be racist, haha, then when my children ( first three had genetic problems ) what a hue and a cry. We dont speak now, wot is there to say.
Keep on teaching the rainbow, all colours have their place, and all shapes, sizes, creeds, even the so called mentally challenged or physically challenged, tis all the same to God.
Love Ch'erie
AMEN, Crystal! Such a truth and very well presented. Your mother would be surprised to learn that Jesus was black: "as black as Kedar's tents and Solomon's curtains." ~~Bonnie Q
My Mother taught me too.....but the right way, Thank God.
I grew up in an area with a high Aboriginal population…
My mother was a nurse at the local hospital and on weekends used to bring home the Aboriginal babies to share my cot…as they were flown up from the missions when ill and had no family in town.(Some of her friends were horrified *Racist*) Mum didn't care, she said, a baby is a baby....why try to label them a colour..and not just see them as the children they are.
I’ve never questioned colour…I still don’t We are all human beings…even if we’re purple.
A needful write…Good for you to change how you were taught....and teach your Children a better way. An excellent poem!!
Yankee Doodle Daddy is a historical Appalachian Family Saga. The story follows a mother's reckoning as she struggles to survive and keep her four daughters alive.
Yankee Doodle Daddy is a historical Appalachian Family Saga. The story follows a mother's reckoning as she struggles to survive and keep her four daughters alive.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
My best friend was black; I can remember my Gramma telling me not to "play with that N----- girl." My doctor who did my back surgery was black: he was the Air Force's top neurosurgeon at that time. So what if he was black? It's the knowledge in the head and the skill of the hands that matters most....get me started LOL Good on you!!
My mother taught me......not to be racist, haha, then when my children ( first three had genetic problems ) what a hue and a cry. We dont speak now, wot is there to say.
Keep on teaching the rainbow, all colours have their place, and all shapes, sizes, creeds, even the so called mentally challenged or physically challenged, tis all the same to God.
Love Ch'erie
Sheila
Amor
It's a pure delight to read your poetry, it rocks.
peace
Julie :)
I grew up in an area with a high Aboriginal population…
My mother was a nurse at the local hospital and on weekends used to bring home the Aboriginal babies to share my cot…as they were flown up from the missions when ill and had no family in town.(Some of her friends were horrified *Racist*) Mum didn't care, she said, a baby is a baby....why try to label them a colour..and not just see them as the children they are.
I’ve never questioned colour…I still don’t We are all human beings…even if we’re purple.
A needful write…Good for you to change how you were taught....and teach your Children a better way. An excellent poem!!
Ty, Dani
I’ll teach my children the rainbow
I’ll teach my children of the beauty and variety of all the colors
Reindeer