Of Our Own Bias And Prejudice

he is proud
to be brown all over

not raw
neither overcooked

arrogance does not
however
make him brown
as in hardcore
ideologist

for he too loves
the blackness of the night
the orangeness of the sunset
the redness of the rose
the whiteness of
glossy paper

he loves brown
because that is what he is made of

humanity in shades
of rainbow colors
this, too, he loves to see
when it rains
and when the sun shines
early morning
between two cliffs
with a waterfall between

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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