The Pebble

A dark pebble in the ocean
Swaying, sweeping through the salty waves
captured for its beauty
captured for its strength
put in a jar, up on a shelf
kept by a person, not let out
similar jars, filled, surround
filled with lighter, darker all the same
too dark to be light, too off to be right
separated, segregated
parted and discriminated
treated for its shade
its hue
its tint
and pigment
lying there its soul ablaze
with the injustice done to it
and former slaves
until its let free
back into the waves