A mother looks into the eyes of her most valuable procession, those eyes only know light, dark, and love.
The first 3 months of life, our world is about 12 inches from our face, and the shapes that pass by are a grey hue. We seek out a familiar face, or at least two eyes and a mouth, this is the symbol of safety. Those shades of grey begin to differentiate and suddenly it's something completely new.
Physically our retinas develop the capacity to interpret colors and they begin to flood our sense of sight. Our world is even bigger and brighter than we could have imagined. With this new power of interpretation, we begin to explore our world and realize that color, from its humble beginnings as an enhancement, has now been tainted by those who seek unity by ways of division. These individuals may be able to see, but they have no sight.
The sight I seek is not that of optics, but of the heart.
Our skin is merely a cover for our vessels in this world. Just as our world was made bigger by color, our hearts take us to a new level of consciousness, a new level of understanding, that which is beyond the mere complexity of color.
We develop past seeing Black and White, yet why are some still stunted?
February is Black History month and I wanted to write a poem about the unity and divisiveness of color in our world today. We are all people, all deserving of love and understanding. Discrimination is what will be the fall of man. I choose love and I choose acceptance.
