Finding the Stolen
With my blue eyes
I watched you find the lost
The place that should have always been
That place absent of shame and sin
Colour separation was meant to be thin
Like a little girl
You found peace love and fun
You were able to be the free one
No fear of a police man with a gun
You twirled and giggled in the sun
It wasn’t fear that made you run
The richness of your colour
I marvelled at your state
A deep dark joy meant to animate
All I needed was to concentrate
and freely share from my own plate
When this world becomes one
Only then will we satiate
and begin to solve our prejudicial traits
Before it is to late
Through my flip flop view
I witnessed you
You sang poetic words so true
Grasping them I flew
Not away but towards you
I needed to immerse in your blue
For without being one people
This place will never renew
I admire your strength
Despite the worlds cruelty
For you occupy
a place of duality
Where to many brothers and sisters
Become another fatality
Yet you have a shared rich history
So faithfully cling to your ability
Even when others don’t provide civility
You are on the precipice of Victory.
Inspired by Olufunke Elizabeth Omolayo Ogunmodede and her poem “Through The Darkest Times” please read it, here is the link. https://www.facebook.com/groups/2650318775179582/permalink/3039494419595347/
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