Am I white, black, purple or pink?
Names given by mankind
to diverse reflections of light
Names given to create
borders between colours
Colours earlier that rainbow spelt
Now lead only to bloodshed,
violence, gore, hatred.
Where is the love
that Lalon sang?
Where is the note
that played on the flute
harmonising
black with white?
Where are the piano keys
that together string melodies?
Tell me, tell me,
Where are they?
Man and Woman, Black and White,
Are these reasons for genocide?
I am the colour of flowers,
the sunrise, the day and the night.
I am every colour and no colour.
I am what I am — a part of the Divine Ardour
Mitali Chakravarty is a writer and editor of Borderless Journal
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“Poetry shows that racism is absurd by reminding us of a truth often forgotten: beneath the superficial features that distinguish us are common human foundations we share. We share a desire to be treated with respect. We yearn to be free. We demand equality.”
Thank you for the poem.
I do not need my freedom/ when I’m dead — Langston Hughes