From a Speck's Perspective

There is no pigment

Crafted so meticulously

That it cannot be recreated;

But with every brushstroke

Time and place irrevocably,

Is a masterpiece cemented.

So I claim no one original quality

In the face of humanity's history;

With every head a single speck

From the perspective of infinity.

Yet, divided into shades,

From black to white to gray,

We necessarily intermingle

into unimagined intricacies.

We rely on colors contrasting

To give our identities meaning,

And are born onto a palatte

with a monochromatic leaning

As people pretend harmony

is the presence of a single hue,

when the reverse is really true-

Diversity balanced is our virtue