The U.S. has it in black and white
so everyone knows where they stand.
Their binary logic’s a zero sum game:
“People-of-Color” or Paleface, forgetting they fought
the fanatics of racial purity. Discrimination
voted by victims: hiding non-white traits
brands you a traitor – the big sin,
disguising yourself as a Puritan.
That’s where they draw the line,
and they’re hooked on it like fish.
Seen in my camera obscura, the scene
is a palette of shades. Chiarascuro
tones in myriad grades: into every yang
a little yin must fall. There’s the symbol
for our banner. Opposites of gender refract
into a rainbow, that’s the line to race towards.
Our species comes in a range of colours,
perfectly matched, precious as gold.
Verses of Five 