Color
Where is your color
Am I your friend
Your friend of color
Do I satisfy a need
Why must I be your person
Will you always run to me
Count them on your hand
One, two , three
How many white
How many like you
Where is your diversity
Color stays within
Color is discriminated
Color is not your icon
Color is not your hero
Where is your diversity
I am sick
I am tired
I am brown
A color different from you
I am a color
I am not your color
This is a poem that generated from my frustration of being in a classroom filled with Caucasian people. A comment was made that the U.S. is diverse. I made the comment that the U.S. is by far not as diverse as it should be. MOST of the CEOs are white males. In a predominately white in which I reside, I was the only person who was not Caucasian at my job. In my classes at my University, there are maybe 2 or 3 people out of 30 that are not Caucasian. Another person commented back saying, well I live here as well and I have a Korean friend, and an Indian friend. I replied, “OH so you have two” How can one person know about diversity by just being exposed to one or two people. Where is diversity?
