Colour Blind

I don't see the colour of your skin.

I see
the colour of your heart.

Is it dark and putrid or
is it the color of a soft and lilting tune?
Is it filled with warm tones,
or cold?
Hues of ice and snow,
or gold?

Do you give or take?
Do you love or hate?

I don't see race or faith,
I just see you-
your energy, your words, your actions.

I see you; I just simply
see you.

My parents left our homeland for me
More than five thousand, five hundred miles
To travel to a land ripe with opportunity

But at times the ripest fruit tended to spoil
However, they always counted God's blessings and moved on
My parents have endlessly toiled

With their younger son on the way
And four years of American experience
They strived at greater lengths each and every day

It is difficult to set aside one's own will
To tend to a family
To pay an immigration agency's bills

Yet they have done it, tried and true
Citizenship, I pray
Is coming soon

One day, I will properly honor them
Meanwhile,
This country will learn to accept others, but only with Him as its precious gem

You walk in beauty
As if the word were a field
A place where the rays of light
Touch your delicate nose and yield

The skipping of rhythm in my chest
As one hand grasps my own
The Lord knows best
I should never let go

Holding on tighter to close both hands
Intertwining
The time that passes in a glance
Is a moment held shining

In memory I try to remember the outline
Of the face I hold dear
The One that helps me to never to forget it
Is the only one that brings us near

Thankful for full smiles and bright eyes
That allow thoughts to be seen
Because it allows me to drop my disguise
And let you see my own beautiful dream

One day out of over three hundred sixty-five...
It is that way because on one day we leap
Over any inhibition that we had in mind,
Like the emotions suppressed and thoughts redacted.
We say and do things that make us think after,
“Wow, is that how I really acted?"
Do the words, “I love you," lose meaning
If they were never said explicitly before?
No, but once you do say the phrase,
Mean it, because love is a more
Than a two way street.
It should not be physical action
That makes a someone like a slab of meat
To be sought after, then devoured.
Think about it, as you share your heart with someone;
Think about it, this very hour.
Love is in the air they say,
But please do not let it be
For only one day.

Social media is not a necessity.
Many times it is more of a distraction.
For me, one could say,
It became a fatal attraction.

It has some beneficial uses,
But, like guns and drugs,
There are usually outweighing abuses.

A twelve step rehab plan for an addiction?
I'd rather have a plan that's permanent and nonfiction.

The first step to recovery will be just that—
A first step.

So on that basis,
It is essential to take
A haitus.