Where I Find My Safety

Safe Harbor in a Storm

My foot has counted in thousands of steps
Away from the northern religious-despite

Sojourner in crowds of western fans
Painted my backpack
With a political backstabber

In search of fawn-lily
From southern brotherhood
Boxes of Aconite petals were gifted

Where is our oneness?
Why safety in their sameness?

Welcomed my arrival
With warm Judas-kiss
From ethnic-bloodline

Attracted by its purity and clarity
The Sahara desert inscribed
Strokes of dryness on my skin

In thirst of the life-saving waters
Crossing the Mediterranean
Opened the gate of colorism

Oh! In a journey of blindfold

Self-awareness has revealed
I possess the safety I search
In me, my divine safety harbor