The Wrong Color

A relationship between a black boy and a white girl produces an illegitimate child. The abuse the child and girl encounter are blamed on "the wrong color."

A hateful glance upon a wicked face

Precariously rumbled over the little one’s peace

A sharp lash from unfeeling hands

Astounds just briefly the watching, judging eyes

A tear upon a broken face of hope

Mingles upon the blood-filled river of distaste

 

One single action undeterred by fate

Produces a cacophony upon a perfect predestined path

One ripple by pebble of desire

Acclaims tentatively that Independence rules unbound

One pain upon another piles high, a prickly bale of hay

Making the needle of success impossible to find

 

Two beings intertwined at birth

Pick one and leave the other the doctor said

Two choices of love or hate

Adding to the burden that must escape

Two ignorant fools, one action

Marauding all her innocence of beauty all desired

 

Three times her father locked her up

Plenty she escaped in search of one true love

Three weeks, three months, three days

And then the tears upon the pillowcase outside the door

Three times with him and then alone

Moreover with their child blending then upon the asphalt floor

 

A simple story of boy and girl

Pricked by thorns long ago designed

A race above looks down upon

Another shade below and blames

A weed of failure among their breed

Mainly on him for the resulting alien seed

 

Thus, mother’s pain in violence on a little one’s face is shown

A face tainted by blood unknown but obvious to all who looked

Future failure fated sure for the heir of the wrong color

Reviews

[Lorraine]

What an unlikely story. It makes me wonder why people are way too judgmental in colors. I mean seriously, colors are just colors. Your poem is an interesting mix of creativity and reality with a very good phase.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Bette]

wow this was shocking well done