Insights

Same race?
Is it a game?
I wonder...
You pretend not to see me... I feel ashamed
You don’t speak like me?.... It is true…
Do you know where you come from?
I know.......
The answer is so clear,
It is on the color of your skin,
So blunt, so brutal, and for me.... So dear.
It is a shame...
But I understand,
Sometime in the past,
You were ignored, rejected, and torn…
Do you know where you come from?
I know....
From deceit, intolerance, and pain.
They shamed you for being different,
For not abiding by their rules,
And like them,
You learned to be intolerant and cruel.
Do you know where I come from?...Of course you do,
From swimming against the current of disdain,
From fighting against the attempts at keeping me down.....
Hopeless, small........ in shreds.
Stop for a minute,
Look in the mirror...
What do you see?
The shame behind your eyes is consuming you entirely....
Desperation for relief forces you to lash out....
Hurting all, including you...Unfortunately.
Stop and see...
Because what they do to you,
YOU, are doing to me!

Orfelinda Coronado