Feet of Shade

You wish you could say some of you
Think kind thoughts of all the wrong groups,
Are good in all lights, do what’s right—
Wish you could say some of you do.

But each time a soul takes a stand,
The flesh is flesh and throws some shade.
Some try so hard they’re thin as blades,
But still their shapes have thin dark slants.

Have you missed Earth’s hints that the dark
Is not the worst part of a stance?
Glare blinds, and white-hot light has costs.
It’s shade that points out where light’s lost.