Poetic Journey in Personal Discovery

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Draw a portrait of yourself,
They said when I was five.
Make it look just like you,
Blonde hair, brown eyes, and white.

The hair and eyes were easy.
But I couldn’t color hard enough,
For the white to actually appear,
And white is what they said I was.

Draw a portrait of yourself,
They said when I was six.
Blonde hair and brown eyes, easy,
I was given peach this time for my skin.
I loved the sun, and was actually,
More of a golden brown tan.
So questions about my color arose.
Inquiries about skin and race began.

There were portraits in many shades,
In class, others did just as I.
White, peach, black, brown, red
Nobody’s seemed quite right.

Today we all work from boxes,
Filled with more crayons than twenty-four.
And we know we can mix colors,
With the colors laid down before.

If I color myself brown I’m still “white”
If you color yourself brown, you’re still “black”
We’re all so much more than colors,
In a yellow and green cardboard pack…

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

Image:http://www.gdc.govt.nz/assets/Uploads/mosaicwall.jpg

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Comments on: "White… (Writer’s Digest April Poem A Day Challenge. Day 19) Prompt: “A Color”" (2)

  1. I can’t see your poem Elisabeth. Did you use white ink on the white background?

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