If I were a Rose painted black,
would you cast me aside
like blackened, burnt rice?
Would my color tarnish my sweet smell?
If I were a Rose painted black,
would the richness of my ebony petals
make me unworthy
of being called
a Rose?
If I were a Rose painted white,
would my ivory petals be worth more than silver?
Would my sweet smell captivate
a room welcomingly?
If I were just a Rose,
sweet-smelling and vibrant
and your mind was blind...
would my color matter?
Poem About Skin Color
This was a very true poem! I love the meaning, and it really brings out the idea of discrimination by color and how bad it is. I love it!
Rose Painted
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2015 with permission of the Author.
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