Byron D. Howell

Colorblind

I have been told that I am colorblind,

a defect which no one can “rectify.”

There black, there’s white and when I cross that line –

I’m called a nigger-lover who should die.

I hear it said that white folks are supreme.

All jokes aside, I do not see the light.

The days of slavery are but a dream

and no amount of hate can make them right.

I have been called a traitor to my race.

I do not care, I live my life for me.

I am not swayed by colors on a face –

I choose my friends by their humanity.

And by the content of the heart within.

I will not judge by color of the skin.

 <<<  >>>

 Byron D. Howell