Got to See My Color, Man!

by on February 26, 2019 · 3 comments

in From the Soul

By Ernie McCray

“When I see a person
I don’t see color”
I heard a man say.
And I thought
what I usually think
as I listened to him that day:
I wondered, then,
how could he not see
the color of my skin,
my dark brown pigmentation
like a chocolate milk shake
or a cocoa colored
birthday cake
or a blend
of some kind of fine coffee
that a master barista might make…

How could he not see that
I’m more
Gingerbread Man
than snowman;
more a Nigerian
than a Swedish man,
more Black Panther
than Spiderman.
more likely from Ghana
than Japan,
more a jazzman
than a member
of a bagspipe band;
more tribesman
than tarzan,
more soul brotha
than Peter Pan,
more West African
than Afghanistan,
more “already got me one”
than “I need to take a trip
to the Yucatan
to get me a suntan.”
More, in some people’s minds,
bogeyman than human…

That, perhaps, more than any reason
is why I would say to the
no-color-seeing man,
based on my people’s history,
over centuries,
in this country:

Got to see my color, man!
Got to see my color, man!

Or, you won’t see me.

You won’t see me.

{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

Thomas Gayton March 1, 2019 at 1:22 pm

Any one who says they are racially “color blind” are liars


Shirley Sprinkles March 2, 2019 at 7:00 am

Ah! Enlightenment at its best!!


Barbara Lewis March 1, 2019 at 3:19 pm

Charles…..I love this so much. You make it so clear and yet so loving.

Thanks again.


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