The white-washed picket fence has blown open again, inviting the varying voices that be
An opportunity, this open door, this moment, and I stick my snowy-white foot in its way
Ajar it will stay, for I’m bolder today and my eyes see the truth ‘neath the paint chipped away
A fence may draw the eye, asking, will you act as friend?
What when we keep the Others out, what will that make us then?
Can’t we, won’t we alter fate of each whole soul, alike;
A fence with strong and welcome gate, a fence not stained by white.
Who hasn’t wished it would feel
That some vanilla world be
None complex hue to ask eyes
All-white would not be of my
These lungs forever color
Within the deep green foliage
I see colors promising
To burst up through the day’s wreckage
And say that all’s okay
But I’m telling you
I tell myself
All they are
Through well-rested eyes
May I see Truth in today
Despite the color
I’m holding my own
hand atop my beating heart
for to celebrate.
Do you wish it weren’t so blue
Or even bluer still
Are you wondering just how vast
And just how deep the thrill
If you stripped off the leather
With the stigma of our skin
And charged, full speed, down that Great Bluff
Reversing that Great Sin