utopia

it makes me angry
this racial generalization, it makes me stare
and wonder why
why we are judged by the colour of our skin
black brown yellow white
does it really matter so much?

Utopia: a place where we could mix
like acrylics on a painter's palette
all together, mingled, as one
a place so perfect-- could it ever exist
different and yet the same

pencil crayons in a Crayola box
side by side, they don't seem to have much
trouble getting along
we may not be crayons
but we could still show a modicum
of respect: they say it's gone
but we all know better

does it really matter so much?
black brown yellow white
why we are judged by the colour of our skin
i wonder why
this racial generalization, it makes me stare
it makes me angry