Originally posted March 2019
I can’t hate you, for if I do I’d have to hate me
I’m color blind for only through God’s love can I see
I am a man of color they say; yet my family is of mixed race
I have grandchildren that have blue eyes like you
They share your hurts and pains, and I’ve even seen them smile a time or two
I can’t hate you for if I do I’d have to hate me
I’m color blind for only through God’s love can I see
If oppression has a color, can you describe it right now
I know I’ve heard anguish and suffering; chaos I know that sound
But I don’t know the color of death, mourning, or tears
I can’t see the color of deceit, nor do I know the shade of fears
Tell me the color of your hate cause I can’t really see
Cause I refuse to hate you so that you can hate me
I’m color blind so share with me the color of your pride
From New Orleans to Detroit poverty continues to strive
In Chicago, blood soaks into the streets, it cost a life for that blood to run free
If you told me a child died that night, what color would that child be
I can’t hate you for I’m color blind
And only in God’s love can I truly see
Enoch
