If only people would look at me and see beyond the color of my skin;
They would get to know the real me and not the stereotype they have been brainwashed with;
If only the world wouldn’t put me in a box about what I can do;
They would realize that the sky is only the floor and not the ceiling for me;
Their wildest imaginations are just the sneak peeks of the reflection of my talents;
If only they would be open-minded;
My gift to the world could be even bigger.
If only people would understand that skin color is not a category for defining significance;
But merely diverse shades of one;
Just as our Creator intended us to see ourselves;
Like complementary colors on the color wheel;
Like pieces of a puzzle;
We need each one of us to be whole.
One color elevating itself as superior over the other is meaningless;
Like the hand telling itself it is better than the leg;
Or the head saying it has no use for the neck;
It is just a matter of time before the body falls apart.
United we stand, divided we fall, we keep preaching;
But we keep setting ourselves up against each other;
Yet expect to be firm on our feet.
If I can portray the ambition of the white,
The strength of the black;
The diligence of the yellow;
And the passion of the brown;
Wouldn’t I have what all that it takes to shine?
So color me neutral;
Don’t limit me to the color identified by your eyes;
I am the embodiment of all hues;
You may have a dominant side;
And I the recessive or vice versa
But at the end of the day, it’s you and I who make the color wheel complete.
Josephine Amoako © 2016