Melanin



Wash away the sins of the father
Release your head from the sand
Try to start again
Or ignore the reaching hand

Who are you to judge over a body? A way of life?
A face growing weary and thin?
Restless, are we still so cold?
Are we a plague to ourselves, made of mildew and mould?

Pigment and porcelain statues refuse to give in
Committing evil against humanity
Fighting a war against prejudice
Over melanin produced in the skin

Find the key others have found before
Let their voices be your guide
Open your mind to the reality of death’s door
To find the ignorance from inside

Refuse to accept anything but truth
And choose to refuse the lies
And move forward into a new world
Where melanin doesn’t depict who lives and who dies

About this poem

This poem is from a poetry book titled 'Poetry for the Blind' by Atmos. Click on the link below to read the full book: https://linktr.ee/atmos.productions

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Submitted by atmos on March 20, 2023

Modified by atmos on March 20, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme XAXA XBCC BXXB DEDE XFXF
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 736
Words 144
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

Atmos

Atmos is an ambient music producer, progressive rock songwriter, ink artist, free verse poet, and fantasy fiction author known for being an animal welfare and mental health advocate, mindfulness practitioner, environmentalist, marathon runner, and Buddhist monastery visitor. Atmos is focused on a mission of inspiring others, building meaningful relationships, and promoting positive change amidst the inevitable challenges of life. Inspired by the works of Pink Floyd, Tool, Rumi, Alex Grey, and Salvador Dalí, Atmos’ diverse creative artistry lends itself to his creative projects, resulting in a unique fusion of music, art, literature, philosophy, spirituality, science, and world culture. more…

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