Poetry On Odyssey: Equality, Not Supremacy

Poetry On Odyssey: Equality, Not Supremacy

If all I ask is to be treated equally why would I try to put the other below me?

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One thing that has always bothered me when it comes to discussion about race is that the line between equality and supremacy is often blurred. We say we are fighting to be equal but why in that race are we trying so hard to prove we are better. We say we want to be one people but we try to rise only as a color. We find every instance as to how we might have been wronged but how much time does it take to merge in the path long? I don't see it necessary to try to find how we might be better than someone else, sometimes we exclude ourselves by only paying attention to thy self. this is a poem I wrote along those lines.


To My Colored Brothers And Sisters

If all you can talk about is how we're oppressed

And then you go bragging about how we're the best,

Maybe you should wake up for once and you'll see.

You're a poser who doesn't care for equality.

Yes I would like for things to get better indeed

For you and for me and for he and for she

But I won't let my foot rest upon their cheek

When the message I preach is to be equal with thee

I might be black with a history full of pain

They might not even care for our gain

But I know if harm does fall upon myself

I wouldn't wish that harm on anyone else

I might be black

But that doesn't mean I'm better

How can we say we wish for equality with the other

If each move we take is to put them down under

I wish to be equal

You wish for supremacy

We both might be colored

But it's not the same side you see

Just because the colors switch

Doesn't mean it's not repeating history

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I could write about all the various excuses people give and or have. I could say I was busy with work, personal issues or simply forgetting the deadline. All valid excuses with the correct context of course. To me, it's sort of like working on a final essay last minute. I once asked the professor for an extension and their reply was simply: "Why didn't you start on it from the beginning? It probably wouldn't all be completed by now but at least a majority would be ready."

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Fiction On Odyssey: My True Colors

She had never once considered going outside her house with her natural looks.

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Layla Arnolds hummed softly to herself as she stared into the mirror of her bathroom. She had just stepped out of the shower and was getting ready to put on her face for that day. She had never once considered going outside her house with her natural looks. She thought of herself as hideous and figured that most people would agree with that. She was lucky enough to be able to change her appearance so she could look any way she wanted.

Layla spent a good few minutes planning her outfit for the day so she could change her body so that it looks best with the clothes. Once she had the image in her head, she closed her eyes and pictured the beautiful person that she had imagined. A frown crossed her face as she didn't feel her body change immediately. She opened her eyes and looked down and was shocked to find no change. She tried again, frantically trying to call on her powers and make them work, but she had no luck. She took a deep breath and determined that for today she would have to leave the house with her default body.

Her deep brown eyes grazed over her closet as she found a new outfit that might work with her default appearance. Of course, it was a little difficult to find anything that looked nice against her hideous blue skin. Orange markings spread across her body and they clashed horribly with her bright pink top. Finally, she pulled on a pair of loose-fitting jeans and pulled her midnight blue hair into a messy braid before slipping on white sandals and rushing out to work.

As Layla rushed down the street, she paid no attention to the people around her. There was no way she wanted to see their disgust and absolute horror. What she didn't expect was for none of that to happen. There was no disgust, no horror, no insults. People treated her like she was a normal person, despite how supposedly hideous she was. It was something that she had never imagined would ever be the case for her. There was nothing mean said to her the entire day.

Her day went on like normal. She even received compliments on the appearance she had supposedly chosen for the day. People appreciated how unique and different she looked. Her heart fluttered and she had a smile on her face when she was leaving work to go back home. The walk back was much like her walk to work, a few compliments were tossed her was, but no one showed her any kind of disgust or horror and no one went out of their way to insult her. It was honestly, a dream come true for her. Especially after her parents had insisted to her that she had to hide her appearance.

As she laid down to go to bed that night, Layla decided that maybe... Just maybe... She would have to use her default appearance more often.

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