Humanly Correct

Humanly Correct

A Poem by Poetic Beauty
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humanly correct not politically correct

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We all bleed scarlet red

Blood pulsing in our veins

Every person feels pain

And cries salty tears

When sorrow is near

 

We all need air to breathe

Saturating our two lungs

While heart beating has begun

Kidneys filter our blood

And thoughts in our mind do flood

 

So why does our color matter?

It is merely our skin

Why did this even begin?

We have two eyes to see

Look with your heart, my plea

 

Won’t we all be ashamed

When we see God’s marbled skin

With this insight the weeping will begin

Why can’t you humans see

You are all magnificent

In the fact you’re different

 

Every child needs love

Woman needs a hand to hold

A person with to grow old

Man needs a woman’s heart

Before completeness starts

 

We are all the same inside

One mind to form thoughts

On heart so love is sought

Two lungs in order to breathe

Tears allowing us to grieve

 

One nose for us to smell

Two ear in which to hear

So let go of anger and fear

Let your heart be your guide

And love will always be at your side

 

Won’t be all be ashamed

When we see God’s marbled skin

With this insight the weeping will begin

Why can’t you humans see

That you all are magnificent

In the fact you’re different

© 2011 Poetic Beauty


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Few of us have power or titles, wealth or wisdom, but, what we do have is Self Unique.

Whereas your entire poem has great emotion and sincerity, this stanza says so much to me, ' We are all the same inside ~ One mind to form thoughts ~ On heart so love is sought Two lungs in order to breathe ~ Tears allowing us to grieve '

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Brilliant! We all have a heartbeat, we all bleed and feel pain, individuality is paramount but unification is the pinnacle! xx

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Its what makes the world as interesting as it is I think. Sitting on a patio drinking wine and watching people in San Francisco would not be the same if we were all alike, I know that. Great message in this one, loved it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The poem speak wise and true words. When we see another person. We should not judge till we know who they are and where they came from. So many lines stood strong in this poem.
"Every child needs love
Woman needs a hand to hold
A person with to grow old
Man needs a woman’s heart
Before completeness starts"
Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Revolution of the Mind. Beautiful positive words.
"We are all the same inside
One mind to form thoughts"
I feel it. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This poem is powerful- I love it so much and feel the same - love the verse that begins "Won't we all be ashamed..."
Very good poem with such a wonderful message..
I do adore it and what it is written about...
Color - I love color - it is nice that we are not all the same color , would be like
all being blonds or brunettes- all being so much the same .. different is good ..

Chloe

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

A well written poem that is so true in every way.
Your words are true and should touch the readers heart,
I know it did mine!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Excellent read! I believe that we were all created equal just as your poem states. The world would be so much better if we could all see just that, but there is always going to be someone out there to throw someone to the dirt! I enjoyed this poem! Remarkable words!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

i love the concept of "Gods Marble Skin" i am an atheist, so it does not affect me religiously, but philosophically, god would either be marbled skin or translucent. not belonging to any color or race. in the past 200 years we all belive racism is a forgotten concept, but it is still strong and real in the world, and it is not just color of skin, the genocides in Dubwar (idk if i spelled it right) they where all african, ebony skinned, but they would kill eachother based on the width of the nose.... it is ridiculose, mankind is in truth the only creature capable of hateing its own kind... i try to annex myself as being non human when i see or hear these things, i believe we who do not see skin color, and do not judge ore "Neo Sapiens" the new breed that is socially evolved...

a great write as always :) sorry it took soo long to review, been busy with life lol. great write, and i expect to see more from u soon!

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Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 3 people found this review constructive.

So very very true yet it seems a lot of people have a hard time accepting this and those in power stir things up to get different groups of people to attack each other for their own personal power and gain. And every group has their own agenda. This is a very wonderful poem so full of truths.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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