I look at our daughter
And I see
Me,
I see
You,
I see
Us.
But the world,
Petty and shallow
Sees only monochrome,
Sees not the sunken space under eye that is
Me,
AND the straight chestnut hair
That is you,
The smile like cupids bow
From me
The sharp eyebrow arch from you,
The cheeks,
The small ears– Of my father
The chin,
The height,
The perfect creation
In combination of us,
Can’t they see?
Can’t they see?
Can’t they see beyond
Black,
And white?
Yes, they are Colorblind,
To
The spectrum,
To hues never before seen,
The hues that were made from you AND me.
The hue that is, she.
They’ll deny me,
Deny you,
Deny us “parent,”
Because they cannot dare to see,
What is right in front of them,
Dare to believe,
Dare to accept
Together,
Us.
She of Letters 