I see you and see the pink of your cheeks.
But, you turn white when you are scared;
you turn red when the sun hits your skin with its rays,
you turn yellow when you develop problems with your liver,
you turn green when you throw up and get sick, and
you turn blue in your lips and finger tips when your time is near~~
Me, I have just one color,
and yet,

You call me “colored”!

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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16 Responses to COLORS

  1. Humor_Me_Now says:

    I got cheated. I am white.

  2. atlantaspoon says:

    it’s such a sad thing when we’re stratified by that. i wish we could just base it all on character.

  3. This tickled me!
    All the colors of the people-rainbow are so beautiful! I wish people could see past the “outer” and take time to get to know each others hearts. ❤
    HUGS!!! 🙂

  4. In Spanish “colorado” means red. There is a tribe referred to as “Colorados” in Ecuador because they traditionally decorate themselves with achiote.

    When I was a kid, the peach crayon was called “flesh tone”.

    Descriptions of race by color are very strange and nearly always inaccurate. Colored people are black, but black people are brown, as are redskins. Yellow people are about the same color as white people, and white people are peach or pink or versicolor, as you say above.

  5. I was raised color blind, but we are all gloriously colored people. I see such astonishing beauty in our various shades of melanin. From the palest of pale, to the darkest of dark, it makes no difference, the tao of spirit shines in every eye. It has been said, “when the heart is ready, the teacher will come”. I live, I learn. When I look into the windows of the soul, it is only then I come to know the spirit I have met. I have been blessed to meet many wonderful old souls. Travelers, as am I, through what ever time we have been blessed with. I think if we could all find it within ourselves to share love and peace with those we meet , life would be sweeter. To see the pain in others, and find a way to sooth and heal that. I know ,when I am able to share healing with others, that is when I seem to find my own healing.

    • Zakiah says:

      wow! Such a heartwarming comment. Bowled me over. What I write, is not a personal story. I project my words to suit those of others… kind of empathy in a way. I love what you have written. Thank you very much for stopping by my site and making me so happy early this morning.

      • I appreciate your words, and I sense the kindness in you. Empathy is such a laudable quality to have, and to share. I hope through empathy, to better understand those I cross paths with. Sharing peace in a distraught world, even one person at a time, is I believe a worthy goal to live to. If we can leave a smile in the hearts of those we come to know, we have accomplished much.

  6. jeweliedeer says:

    Zakiah, I am so glad to have found you!

    I look forward to catching up on your site. 🙂

    I’m glad you wrote this. It’s sad that ignorance still persists. I read in comment section how you came to write this. (I always enjoyed the
    comment section of your site

    Hugshugshugs, Julie

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