Emile Pinet
From my window, I see children at play,
their color blindness encourages me.
They do not let skin shades stand in their way
playing there together, where all can see.
I hear laughter with no sarcastic sting,
there are no racial slurs used to degrade.
I observe as these fledgling birds take wing,
and worries for their futures slowly fade.
A culturally closed society
bleeds like a wound in need of a suture.
It festers with hate and anxiety,
and yet, these children can change that future.
Watching these kids play, I don’t feel sorrow;
I feel hope for a better tomorrow.
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