The Earth Bleeds
THE EARTH BLEEDS
We need a little light and dark.
Our eyes but blur infinity blue,
as a cradle robs us of our spark
when we visualize variety’s few.
The white nest of my sparrow skin,
a scintilla reflection of the Holy Spirit.
He distributes wisdom from within
a dark parka, grass skirt, winsome fan skit.
Proud to be white with ruddy sensation,
as my multicolored Sethian kindred,
adore, the beauty of their own pigmentation.
In this world, as God so chose, we are bred.
Pure white of virginity, of celestial wings
we lose. I ask do we really resemble right?
All are but pain and scars, disjointed things.
Honestly the earth bleeds red not white!
1/13/2018
What is white/Debbie Guzzi
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