Informal test of speed
current of water
stream.
How many meanings
could have your lips
moving the word “Race”
between your teeth?
Don’t chew the tongue!
the word is simple:
white, blu, black:
Stumble
in the waves of skins
toward an international fear:
to be and not to live.
But feel your breath free
to breed bread
in a contemporary field
And shake their hands
revenge your smile:
race is the mood’s stream
equal, in all the side.
poem published for the poetry contest about Race
from an idea of Nicholas Kristof – The New York Times