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"I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which." James A. Owen

In a white man's world, 
I've become an enigma,
feeling like I don't belong, 
trying to break the stigma.
In these mental maladapted creations,
against misplaced monachopsis damnations,
they stare at the colour of your skin,
like it's some dirty unwashable sin.

Be like Nelson Mandela, 
you have the strength to fight,
once labelled a terrorist, 
he said: 'always shine your light.'
Bob Marley sang loudly about the 
Buffalo Soldier held by a chain,
a reflection of courage, 
questioning whether to evolve or remain.
Like the lyrics of Libbe Siffre, 
the higher you build your barriers,
the taller I become, this is who I am, 
walking among the warriors.

I may have a quiet mind, 
but you will never silence my tongue,
there is a snarl in my gentle eyes, 
I keep proving bigots wrong.
Keep expressing my flawless scars 
through the power of my ink,
softly swaying from page to page, 
verses that make the ignorant think.
Brothers and sisters, just pause for a while, 
we are not colonized minds,
despite their imperialistic prejudice, 
we have to be kind to all kinds.
Trust the process of poetic words 
and rediscover love for self belief,
even when they try to burn your pages, 
rewrite to release your grief.
In times of oppression, 
flow like waves onto pebbled shores,
When are you the happiest?  
Tell them when they end their wars!

If weak winds rekindle flashbacks, 
when you meet the eye of the storm,
against all forms of adversity, 
stand strong in a proudly beautiful form,
so, don't shush me with antagonistic tones,
because my peace comes from within me,
as my pen was born to speak the
truth through powerful poetry.

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