Tuesday Poetics and we’re challenged
to acknowledge Black History Month,
and be inspired by two moving poems
by black poets. We’re left with the age-old
question … will we ever learn?
Submitted to dVerse
February 11, 2020
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If you knew me only by my voice
Would you make unbiased choice
If you judged me only by our touch
Would my color really mean so much
Would my color really mean so much
If you were blind and could not see
Would you then know a different me
Would you then know a different me
having the senses never means we use them wisely, this spoke profoundly to me.
ReplyDeleteChildren are flawless little sponges who learn their hate from their parents. Maybe the young people will teach their children a new way...
ReplyDeleteLove this 💙
ReplyDeleteA great rhyme to teach to little children - rhymes stay with them.
ReplyDeleteYes! Our senses get in the way!
ReplyDeletePowerful questions with answers layered beneath. So true, Beverly 😊
ReplyDeleteIndeed... we have been taught to give such importance to one single factor.
ReplyDeleteA lovely rhyme, raising these important questions. :-)
ReplyDeleteGood one, Bev!
ReplyDeleteExactly Beverly! Well said 🙂❤️
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