Xenophobia

The Black and White television,

We ought to see a vision unravel through this tele-vision,

Your skin-color black against your light,

So you wanna make me white, and I want to darken you,

I bleach my dark, and you keep yours,

But still I hate you and you hate me.

Slowly, I begin to see that color is not a thing of my skin,

But the pigmentation that colours my perception,

And so I can’t take you, I’ll break you and embrace me, you fear I stain you,

So I take daggers and you shoot guns,

We start a battle as soon as we see,

Our colors just don’t go round.

People just don’t understand,

Maybe they do,

Maybe it’s me,

Maybe I don’t just understand it all,

And so I hate your skin, and you hate mine,

And keep killing each other, over a cause.

                                                                            Captain Luke.