Light shines in beams
As if the heavens are peering down
Down upon the people who are worthy?
Or down upon the people who are wealthy?
Light shines in beams
Beams that seek out the kids who are bright?
Or beams that seek out kids…Who are white?
I have a dream, not just me but millions of me’s just like me
We have a dream
Someday light will shine in rainbow beams
Rainbow beams that will seek out all those kids who are just begging to be seen
Rainbow beams that see all kids as bright
Not. Just. The whites…
I look into the bright night sky
Someplace inhabited by people with skin far lighter than mine
Thousands of stars, shining ever so bright, breathtaking shimmers of beautiful light
But it appears the closer one gets to a town like mine fewer and fewer stars are allowed to shine
They told us as children that stars shine in rainbows of light
And yet the older I grow, the more I notice my people’s light struggling to show
I used to think starlight shined in rainbow beams
Yet the light was always white, I’ve just been living in a daydream
So often do we see the color white cloud colored scenes
I truly once believed that light shined in rainbow beams
Now it seems there is but only thing stronger than rainbow beams
Is the white man and his infinite appetite for hate and greed
By Zy Stoobie
Emily Ding
Emily Ding is a muralist who draws inspiration from flora, fauna, and human temperament. Her large- scale work is characterized by expressive animals and figures, which come to life through bold color gradients and a fluid, painterly style. Resonating deeply with the phenomena of the natural world, she aims to communicate emotions and experiences, through storytelling with wild creatures and people. |