You can tell me you don’t see color
I can say I believe you
You can say it’s not about that
I can say I believe you
But I go back to feeling a sorrow that I know way too well
And I go back to keeping secrets I can’t ever tell
I go back as a witness to a world that is not
Fair
A world that is not
Kind
A world that I wish I could say is
Mine
And you could say it’s not about color
And I could say I believe you
Because I wish I could
Believe you
I wish I could see what you do
Latina. Writing enthusiast. Educator. Perspectiv.words Content Strategist, Editor, & Contributor. Loves science and a good debate. I write about what I see in an effort to better understand the world around me. I believe there is more than one story to tell and I don’t mind exploring them all.
This is very moving, but deeply upsetting. We all need to make sure that we truly see others for who they are.