Blue Sky
Stop don’t move
And hold your breath...
Tilt your head into the air
Let the breeze sweep away
Your worries...
Look into the blue sky,
the mother of Africa,
the blanket of comfort
to the caramel skinned beings
the well graced lives
that were cursed by slavery
and absolute
neediness...
the very same who silently cries
and screams for God
when all falls apart
who will swear at nothing
just because that’s how they are
stop don’t move
And hold your breath...
Tilt your head into the air
Let the breeze sweep away
your tears...
the ones that rolls down
those delicate cheeks of your souls
The ones that rises the dust from
The surface of your worries
makes you suffocate and drown
in your sorrow
stop don’t move
And hold your breath
Tilt your head your head
into the blueness
let the light
show you home...
Copyright © Neo Bridgette Kitso | Year Posted 2008
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