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  • Gary Hunter

The Callousness of Ignorance - Sept. 23, 2020

did you know the color of a person’s skin

is the density of paper a millimeter of pigment

as thick as the material this is written on?

without that thin layer you couldn’t say you have

a black brother white sister red mother brown father

if you look beyond that hue and stain

and burrow past the tissue and bone

you’ll find compassion fear forgiveness family

friendships the bone marrow of all we share

if you strip it all back to the beginning

of who and what we are where are the differences?

it will all be familiar you looking at you

sure see the world as a brightly painted masterpiece

but know that your heart is as colorless as its core


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