The white side
Is not the light side
But a crown
Of discontent
That breaks
Beneath
The winds
Which sought to bend
Good men
To its will
To take the beauty
Of diversity
And classify it
As binary
Good and evil
Dark and light
Black and white
Brown and Caucasian
People displaying
Undue bias
As hope falls
Off the flat side
Of a cold cliff
This classification
Is the opposite
Of what I wish
But my brothers
Swim and sink in it
Like broken fish
Blood fills their gills
With ignorance
While I wonder
Why they do not see
That brown
Is just another shade
Of you and me