Close your eyes and picture heaven.
Beautiful isn’t it?
It was bright and white I’m guessing.
Now do the same, only this time, Hell.
So my question:
Why does brown also have to be black?
The good jobs, ‘White’ collar, aren’t they?
The illegal stuff, black. Black jobs we call them.
The beautiful princess was called Snow.
Literally Snow ‘White’, my standard of beauty.
Our standards of skin, black and white.
But are they? Are they really?
I pen these words against white paper
And yet I’ve never seen a white person.
I pet these words in black ink
And yet I’ve never seen a black person.
If beauty is white and ugly is black,
If heaven is white and hell is black,
If all good is white and all bad is black,
Then maybe I live in the wrong world.
The impact our “skin-language” has
May seem small and insignificant
But it goes way deeper than our brains can process.
The tongue has power
And power can be dangerous