Color in Ferguson Logan Conrad In Ferguson, Black is an excuse, To incite violence, And white is a reason, To blame it on the other. Yet what if, Black and white were just colors, Instead of excuses, If race was cars on a track, And not a description of people? But when fire is the light, That children sleep by, And broken houses, Make a home, This is an impossible dream. Race is what began violence, At least that is what man has been told, And he tolerates it, Because humans see in color, In a black scale far different from white. The question isn’t, Is black wrong, Or is white right, Violence is what drives them both, And until it doesn’t, One will find reason to 56
blame the other. Amid riots, death, and injury, Among pain, and suffering, Color blindness is a blessing, Forgiveness a forgotten memory, Eradicated by bolded black lines. Night will always come, After the rise of dawn, Never together always apart The black night a barrier to the white light, Colored minds that dictate hearts. In Ferguson, Violence is a five letter word, It doesn’t matter which one, Or who shot first, Because hate is a crime in all colors. As mothers say, It doesn’t matter who started it, I’m ending it, With one five letter word, Peace
The Echo
I screamed out to anything and anyone who could understand me but I was inconceivable. In the end, in an act of desperation, I bellowed out: Individuality within Equality Passion within Understanding Infinity within Confinement Reason within Being LEFT RIGHT UP DOWN
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