Asked not to come in this matter, designed after a pattern
Everything seen evokes this human specimen
To live, to breathe this air where mine, in essence, is rare
A container cracked, to facilitate, none to compare
Asked not to come in this skin, this hair, everything I'm in
Unique I am, dare not to be another, felt here within
The essence of my beauty shines forth in diversity, as seen
It's what makes joy for living, for giving, for removing the obscene
In only one race, where human beings live, what's with discrimination?
Why racism when our differences are a light shining through this prism
Where once colorless, it brings a variety of colors from one source
As ethnicities arrive out of One, each to live out their purpose
Of one blood, we were made, while just red for so many types.
Everywhere bears evidence of our oneness, we so dislike
One place from whence we came to one place we will go
We fear what begs us to encounter lovingly, yet refuse to know
Textures and resources of this one earth invite us to touch another
See that we are more the same, a brother, a sister
When common to all who came with nothing but to live and love
We return to a place where, for all who once lived, did we love?
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.