It’s just the surface.
A brush of paint (melanin).
Underneath we’re all the same.
A deep vision from the greatest creator ever.
A lot of love, pain and joy with confusions of this flesh.
With the same color running through our veins yet we still don’t understand we’re just the same.
The greatest joy, a mom and dad welcoming into the world there sweetest joy,
A baby girl or boy.
Praying for health.
No matter the wealth.
Rich or poor, the love is strong.
Just trying to keep their piece of art warm in a world that can be cold as negative 53.
But see you; all you see is the color of the brush.
The time we live cares nothing about surface, but how you break ice at the top of the iceberg to get below the surface.
From gunshot wounds to scrapes from falling of bikes with no brakes it’s something we all just can’t escape.
Who you are.
The make-up can highlight your cheeks and the dentist can whiten your teeth, but it’s up to you to show what lies beneath.
A beautiful soul from most of us who have the greatest story never told like Ali, from stories of cooking with granny, fear of flying or getting stung by a bee.
Life is the same.
It’s time to put the hues up, stop worrying about who’s what and take the minutes, hours, days to show the world who’s us.