The Water Fountain

by Maple Tree   Feb 25, 2013


Thirst is quenched by ignorance,
segregating tongues from water.

Speaking in riddles of a past when
light was afraid of the dark.

I am no less a man by the shadow shade
of my skin, yet I drink from less than he;
bleeding red as I.

We shall bathe in the same rain that drips
upon unity;

For now, only in my dreams.

Based on a famous photo back in 1950-

Segregated water fountains.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Angie

    Powerful piece Andrea... Love it...

    I am still so disgusted with the way the times were back then and there is still so much of it today... we all bleed the same no matter our skin color

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Oh Andrea...you have the power to create a picture in my mind without me even knowing what the picture is...You have a way of writing that just sends me into a world,

    I am no less a man by the shadow shade
    of my skin, yet I drink from less than he;
    bleeding red as I.

    ^^I love this part...so poetic and powerful!

    :)

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