Snow
Daisy petals
Clean sheets
Wedding dresses
Picket fences
Blazing sun
Pearly moon
Swan feathers
Teeth
Bones
Baths
Paper
The spaces between words.
The colour of skin that
Has shaped our history
And labelled our identities.
The colour that thought they were
The shapers.
White gave the right
For everything.
They thought
Light and dark
Coincides with good and evil
But they were wrong.
The colour of your skin does not
Define you,
Doesn't limit you or
Trap you
Because we're all the same when
the lights are turned out.
We are all equal
In the grand scheme of things.
White and black
Were never meant to separate us
The way it did.
The way it does.
We all come and go the
Same way.
We need to recognise
That all skin is beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
PoetryIt's a well known fact we all descend from stardust. What's to stop us from going back? {because I'm in love with the sky}
