Wisdom of a Negro “Poem”
A negro walks towards me like some Messiah
He took off sleeves of his shirt and present his bare naked arm
His dark skin and flesh and bones he offered
He then told me to present my bare naked arm in the picture we were making
He thus spoke
“Cut my skin off with a knife and see what color is of my blood and same as yours?
“We bleed red” he said again
We are one humane race no matter how we divide ourselves based on religion and culture
We are one humane Race he kept on repeating
Hasich
