HUMAN RACE

Why talking about "people of colors",

Knowing that from the different points of views,

White can be considered,

By some as an own color

While others place the two opponents

Outside of this category

Having one day unearthed pictures of my ancestors,

I was able to admire the contrast, on several of them,

Where my mother's light skin melted

In the dark arms of my father

Looking at these black and white photographs

I ended up remembering that a term qualified these snapshots

A simple word: "monochrome"

But has anyone ever considered the meaning

Of the translation of its Greek etymology ?

"Who is of one and the same color".

Certainly not those who,

Building on an ir-race-ional fear,

Want to keep in their frail shadow

The black mark, whose purity of heart,

Yet is nevertheless more brilliant than their

Anyway,

I made my decision

In the middle of their conference,

I'll grab their attention,

Not respectful with strength,

But worthwhile

I'll tell them,

"Whether my eyes are closed or open,

Whether my body is lying or standing,

Whether I am awake or asleep,

Whether my skin is black, white or yellow

May my heart be as hard as a stone or as sweet as honey

Whether I am big or small,

The sun always appears in the same shape,

Just as the moon does,

The stars are always on one and the same sky,

We walk on the same planet,

We breathe the same air,

We drink water from the same source,

We come from the common ancestors,

And punishment feels like destiny

No matter how and what you are,

It breaks you like thrown,

Always at your measure

We are the human race..."

I faced the mirror and

my dad's reflection appeared

His words sounded hard in my mind,

"I've dreamt to be loved by someone,

But instead, I've been hated by everyone

I've dreamt to see the light somewhere

But instead, I saw darkness everywhere

I've tried to smile to the world

But contrary, I cried on my own

I've tried to get up a lot of times

But contrary, I kept falling every time

I've  hoped to get out of my own

But therefore I was locked inside

I've hoped to succeed in everything

But therefore, I kept losing in anything

I've wanted to keep this in my mind

But it happened for real

Hope was lost so I gave way to reason.

I understood the reason why they say,

Think positive!

It started in my Mind

And then ended in reality"

And his last sentence,

Just before he dies, was

"Dream my son"

And that's what I do

And later on

I know that I'll come back and tell to those who did not believe,

"I said,

I have a dream, it was right

Now let me correct myself,

I had a dream

Hope you got that

Peace and love "

Then I'll turn and go away

I will live my life, just as I should

After all,

We are the human race

And I am a human being.