Raindrops on the Window

Blindness.

Yes, why yes, my skin is not as yours.

I do not have porcelain for pores.

I wish not to change myself or fit into your shoes

But it would be nice if, for once, you could hear my views.

My skin is the nighttime sky,

While yours is a soft lullaby,

I have longed to reach for your touch

But I know, that for you it might be too much.

That maybe, you would not be willing to accept the gray,

That possibly you listen too much to the words of yesterday.

I have loved right in front of you,

But a different color can be hard to view.

Blacks and whites, our eyes so full of shame.

I am waiting for you to realize that we all bleed the same.

I will love you all the longer, waiting for your eyes,

To meet mine and hold their ground, mixing our lullabies.