Broken Rainbow
“Color-blind mixed girl, what color are you?”
Desperate attempt to label in a race-conscious world
So they can stereotype accordingly.
“What pretty skin tone you have little mixed girl. Not too dark and not too light.”
Societal complexes placed onto her,
Creating a painful awareness of the color hierarchy.
Color blind to race, and accepting of all. Only seeing beauty in the differences, thrilled to be equally apart of the rainbow of life. Blind to the corruption, anger and hatred being blamed on color.
“Little mixed girl, why are you crying?”
“Because people have ruined the beauty of color. Color is vibrant, and adds love to life. Without color, life would be empty and boring, and sad. But people have turned color into something bad. The colors make one rainbow; rainbows inspire and give hope. How could we possibly be so misguided, resulting in a world so divided? These tears I cry are because of the beauty we’ve lost, the blindness to hope that we’ve caused.”
Little mixed girl carries the weight of a broken world in her heart. A broken heart that never leaves and a broken heart always seeking.
Little mixed girl dreaming of a rainbow, the rainbow of people united as one, liberated from the small-minded thinking and freed from the chains of ingnorant-fueled hate. Little mixed girl, keep dreaming that dream so grand.
For as long as you dream it, there is hope, and where there’s hope there’s a way and a chance.
“Color-blind mixed girl, what do you see?”
“I’m not color-blind, colors breathe life into me. Colors show me all of the endless possibilities. The world is blind I am not. A people so torn, a gleaming rainbow we forgot. Massacres and blood shed” little mixed girl said.
Until we destroy racial barriers we’ve been taught, we’ll continue to compromise the beauty in the human race…
A shattered rainbow and a planet of gloom, apparently is the kind of world we choose.
Fionna Wright
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