Color me mine

I wrote this back in 2015 and like many written doodles, it got filed away and not shared.  I found it today and thought why not now…

My eyes are green, because hazel is bland

And blue is bright

But mine are not bland nor bright

They are muted, and you wouldn’t see them except for the sharp gray that outlines them

Just because they are green, don’t think that you are better

Don’t think that I think you are worse

Don’t tell me I don’t know what it’s like to have brown eyes or blue, because I know I don’t know what it’s like

But that doesn’t mean I don’t know it’s not fair that someone treats you different because you have brown eyes

Just because I don’t have brown eyes doesn’t mean someone doesn’t treat me unfairly because of my blonde hair

And it doesn’t mean that I am not pained by the way they treat you

I am sickened by the actors who think they are better

And I am sickened by you who also think you are better

We’re all supposed to be human, not knives nor missiles, not scorecards nor belt notches

And I’m sorry, so very very sorry that not everyone feels the same way

But I ask that you remember that not everyone feels the same way

Because I am proud my mom has brown eyes

And I’m grateful for the lessons that she taught me

And I’m proud my daughter has bright blue eyes

And I hope to teach her lessons about what I’ve learned having muted green eyes

One day we will all see through brown eyes, and blue, and green and we will see each other for the decisions we make and the actions we take

I hope you do not hate me for mine

I want to love you for yours

 

Love,

Shanda