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PROSE POETRY
Colour Me
in sorrow
the weight of my colour ‘white upon ivory sin.
the white within opaline tissue — complexion
ever my colourless skin. ‘buries me heavy. ‘lays
my head in the sand — enshrouds my body with
sackcloth. ‘weighs me steadily down — my colour
tarnished — the blue of my pulsating veins ‘fashioned
from history’s garments whereupon ‘ink scrawls
flesh with shame. ‘be it words. or deeds. or acts of
hate. pages a sentient brown. — humanities relentless
stupidity. fear. ruthless barbarity. i fail to understand
the actions of my ancestors. but i would with a sincere
heart wish i was another shade of ethnicity to feel the
harshness branded at your backs and carry your
burden with you. in punishment ‘for such bigotry i
witness — enslaved about your necks.
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