The White and the Brown

One hand light , one hand right,
one hand holds the stars of the night
the other holds the bright day
the dark hand will never betray
the secrets the night
left for the day.

One hand white
one hand brown
and the burden of the white hand weighs down
the songs the brown hand would sing
One hand recalls and and drops a word
for the other hand not to forget
"one never steps in the same river twice,
one never deciphers the blind spot again."
The bright hand spills the pearls carelssly;
the darks hand gathers cautiously.
The white hand punches recklessly;
the brown hand nurses quietly.
The dark hand hides the white hand's bruise,
the white hand inflicts
 on the brown hand wounds.
The dark skin is the dark skin
as the white skin is always white
and the twain shall never meet.