Dichotomy

The clouds look beautiful today.

A brown girl lies stricken by a father’s honor.

The white spoons like candy, a cottony treat.

Black men walk in fear of relentless oppression.

Yellow birds bounce between tree limbs and shadows.

Cardboard and black markers sprout on corners like wildflowers.

Red, orange, dying brown, all colors are beautiful today.

God’s name is used, not eternally, but with convenience.

Verdant green with lush overtones reflect in calm waters.

White men fear, yellow women cower, black children run, brown families beg,

We are dying,

and the clouds look very beautiful today.