"I Want to Be Color Blind Part II"

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

In case you haven’t noticed, I am a pissed off female.
I’m mad about politics, money and greed,
I can’t stand ignorance, intolerance, or the issues with weed,
I don’t understand why meth heads and crack whores find it necessary to breed
Or why people don’t just wear a condom if they don’t want to conceive
I get upset when a small child or innocent animal has to bleed
I hate pompous idiots who speak before they read
Or people who pass judgment when a good look in the mirror is what they really need
There is no doubt that I am an angry woman indeed.

But mark my words in thick marker or a dark pen,
I’ll never be upset at someone for the color of their skin.
I refuse to hate all Black people because the guy on Cops got caught with Crack, that Master P. is coming back, that Flavor Flave used to be better than reality shows, that the girls on Nelly’s and Fifty Cent’s videos are a bunch of half naked hoes.
I have never experienced more racism towards me than from my own race because English is the only language I can speak from the lips on my brown face.
They refused to let me wait their table; a “REAL” Mexican waiter was their demand.
But I refuse to hate every Mexican or Hispanic for those that don’t care to understand.
I won’t hold it against all other white people that Tom Cruse and Madonna are commercializing religion for bigger pay checks, or because Paris Hilton is a talent less rich bitch thanks to her Daddy and sex.
I’m not mad at Bush because he’s white I’m mad at Bush because he’s an ignorant idiot who couldn’t write a speech if our country depended on it…wait a minute…it does.
I’m mad at our country for being blind to all the wrong things,
That we let our children listen every time a money hungry slut opens her mouth to sing.
And those sluts come in all colors and races, in every shade
Bad people are in every country, in every city, in every trade.
I’m not mad at the guy at the club for being White, Asian, or Black, I’m mad because that bastard grabbed my ass.

My mind is clear there is no tone,
My weapon isn’t the sound of my name, or the color of my skin, it’s this microphone.
Listen to some underground music to restore your faith in the beauty of race.
Forget about the white people you see on the TV.
Have you ever heard of Sage Francis or Brother Ali?
Forget about the black people on late night BET
Underground hip hop has a sound rich with freedom
Forget about the pop stars we don’t need them
There is talent and messages out there that you can’t even fathom
The color of people’s skin is a birth mark, it’s all random

We should hate ignorance, narrow minds, and stupidity, not each other
We were sprinkled like confetti by God and if God had hands they would possess no color.
I might hate someone because their depth is paper thin
Because they condemn me to hell while they live a lifetime of sin
But mark my words into your minds until it’s forever etched in I will never hate someone for the color of their skin