Sundown
I'm not my hair, neither am i my skin.
Although the light of my shade throws different shadows on the wall but no, Hey! I'm not what the mirror says I'm even rimless glass.
I lost my colour long long time ago, when the beast of our nation bruised the sun on this rubble and i was tied to my fate.
I fought the high hands that patted our faces with one colour and disintegrated the others.
I made smiles to touch the tears of children that lived in the skin and i was tied to my fate. I was tied to the filament of life.
Oh! I went through my serrated fears to sing for my people with painful colour but i sang.
I sang songs of freedom, songs of the mangrove and my people danced around, shouting across the walls and celebrating their colour.
Today the ebony of my skin tone is proudly celebrated and the freedom is me.
Copyright © Ce Cani | Year Posted 2021
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