How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

We are all white in bones, red in blood- Tất cả chúng ta cùng xương trắng, máu đào ( English and Vietnamese)

It doesn't matter The hands, what color? When we touch each other And feel human love Hand touching hand Feeling human love Running through the fingers? What color, your skin? We have the same things Bones are white Blood is red Why not get Along in peace? Đâu có gì quan trọng Màu da trắng? vàng? nâu? Khi ta chạm vào nhau Cảm nhận tình nhân loại Bàn tay nắm bàn tay Cảm nhận tình thân ái Dù da bạn màu gì Chúng ta vẫn giống nhau Xướng trắng Máu đào Sao không cùng Hòa bình chung sống? By Lan Nguyen Thi Lan

slap! my hand is on top

slap! now his

slap! now hers

slap! now mine again

slap! from the bottom a new one comes up

slap! slap! slap!

yes! I win!

The world is beautiful

with a variety of people

different race and color

with humanity as staple

with smile is an essence

and love as strength

Hands gather across the shores

It matters little if you are rich or poor.

Come together be a bright light that shines,

Shatter the darkness bring love to mankind

Working together a new peace to create,

Bring forth a world of love destroy hate.

Peace begins with the human devotion,

Shine your light set peace in motion.

© Cynthia Clark

We all come from the desert root of the African tree.

Generations embarked away from the motherland for other sights to see.

Some crafted other empires and some found slavery and diease.

All I know Africa is no matter how light my roots have become over time,

You'll always be apart of me.

Some may have forgotten that this is where the biblical and mythology started,

but somehow your roots we all will always be apart of.

Do you remember the words that you spoke as you held my hand?

"No matter how hard you struggle child be proud that I'm in your veins.

For that is where I'll always remain."

Well written

We all come from the desert root of the African tree.

Generations embarked away from the mother for other sights to see.

Some crafted other empires and some found slavery and diease.

All I know Africa no matter how light my roots have become,

You'll always be apart of me.

Some may have forgotten that this is where the biblical and mythology started,

but someone how your roots we all will always be apart of.

Do you remember the words that you spoke as you held my hand?

"No matter the hard you struggle child be proud that I'm in your veins.

For that is where I'll always remain."

Hand Colors

White hand,

Brown hand,

Black hand,

All of the fingertips touching

All different, all the same

Hands reach out,

Touch each other.

All different, all the same.

Lets be the difference

Lets love each other

Lets be each other's support together

Lets be friends

Lets unite and show the world that we are one

The colour of our skin does not matter to us