Coloured Tears by Kevin Ascott, 2001 Tears burning the eyes One's window of beauty Wishing for acceptance Was the original duty Tears fighting the hurt Caused by the horrible words Why be seclusive? Wishing to fly with the birds Tears creating a shield of protection Impermeable to new faces No one to fill in All the voids and all the spaces Tears glistening in the sun Yet no beauty is recalled The mere fact of the issue Can make anyone appalled Tears wishing the pain would end Wanting to be accepted Not a single trait or talent Can socially be respected Tears wanting to be loved That so called fuzzy feeling No one looking beyond mere colour No love means, equally, no healing Tears corrupting the minds voice Creating thoughts once unheard of The mind wants to erase the images Made by the words' anti-love Tears associating the hurt to all people Not allowing the good to shine through One wonders how to cope with this What do others do? Tears settling the insides anger Trying to diminish the pain Ones body wants to walk it off But the sun has turned to rain Tears battling society Wondering why colour makes a difference How can such a simple thing Hold so much significance Tears searching for a soft word A calming whisper of good One must love the person alone As everybody should Tears ruining the judgement Wishing the world was better It can not be calmed by poetry Or writing a personal letter Tears living on Even in a world of many races Racism still hasn't died It lives in many faces Tears originating from pain Only wanting to live on...