by gbeck1
I say my tears are salty yet bittersweet because they wash away yesterday's sorrows.
You say your tears are faulty; incomplete because you save today's for tomorrow.
Society's tears are split in memoriam,
Spilt blood and forgotten quarrels
Unforgiven wars of the past drag on today because we reassure ourselves the solution comes tomorrow, then comes overwhelming dismay,
When the past repeats itself.
what isn't comprehended by the masses is that change never truly happened, these wounds are incapable of healing themselves.
Ignorance is bliss, the tears were dried before they splattered by our parents' gentle napkins.
We can't bend over or fold because our hands were previously dealt.
But colour is beauty, a gratuity is a tip,
A race is something to be won in a movie,
Not an excuse to ignore beauty due to the colour he or she is.
Standards are a facade, we were led astray,
But i say i am not colourblind because our tears fall down the same.