Everything In-Between

Everything In-Between

By Ryan L.

Rated G

The celebration became stagnant

No group belonging to the other

A word is spoken

Unknown to the first or the second

Easy it is to descend into this hell

To climb back out

To reverse the mind of a million

Upon whose eyes are of the same hue

Yet there are cries of mine is mine

And yours is not

For my skin is black, yours white

My skin yellow, yours brown

And we are everything in-between

They do not seek, but cannot find

As one candle burns, it cannot fade

Yet only if one becomes two

One is all and all is yet to be one

Combine their lights as their Lord would do

The separations of these flames it ought to be

If that may be, one and two will forever be three

Because we are all in-between

The Lord be forever unseen

Black, White, Yellow, Brown

We cannot see, our sight forever veiled

Why then do we love if not our own family

Understanding when we cannot tolerate

How it is we learn

Beseeched is that day

Of learning from passed mistakes

Searching through the maze

And everywhere in-between

In trials justice does not exist

Through eyes that cannot see but understand

It is them who cast the haze

And through the fog the course is set

Never yielding, never undying

Silhouettes of men come to bear

Their blackened heads and foreign reins

To cast aside for malice, in the lands of justice

Or if chance may be, somewhere in-between

You must wait after me

You must wait before me

You may eat here and there

Though if through the glass I see

The primitive hands to dine

Upon the table set for a king

Beneath the serfs and cobblers

The whip shall crack and bleed the skin

And upon your sweat-soaked brow

The unyielding stare shall be

That you are beneath me

Though somewhere in-between 

With a blank expression

And with a clenched jaw

A clash of fists and hate

And the crows shall feast

Upon the skin

Of Black and White, Yellow and Brown

And everything in-between

note: A poem on racism I once wrote for a sociology class