The Color of Love

-Poem-

 

Roses are red

Violence is through

What if race didn’t matter

What if all this were true

If all blood is blue on the inside

And no eye is dry when the tears slide

Down one’s face

Then love is pure it sees no race

That’s the color of  love vibrant and free

A shine only the colorblind can see

Only the heart beyond the sheath

The color in us that lies beneath

 

Romans 12:18 If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men.

 

Poem by: Nicole T. Baptiste

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