Day Four of Poetry Month

Not following the prompt today. I don't write rhyming poetry well.
My poems are from the heart, about how the world strikes me, and how those I'm in contact with affect me.

Without Our Skin

What I see when I look at you

is your skin,

tanned and dark like chocolate.

What you see when you look at me—

Well, that’s what I want to know.

Am I white like snow

or pink like a cherry

or boring old beige?

What I should see when I look at you

is your history,

your sense of purpose,

your kindness and courage.

And you should see

my honest wish to understand

the issues between us,

my hope to know you better,

my determination to make us both see each other as we are,

beings on this planet that needs us to all work together

lives intertwined as a tapestry of brotherhood.

© Catherine Woods 2017