The Hero In Me

With a shade of colourless eyes Have I looked upon a world of discrimination My nature is a rare form of uniqueness And I defile every race by description Golden hair on pale silver skin An African white woman of Timbuktu kin I have danced to the tune of my mockery With teary eyes have I smiled at victory Sharp edged stares may pierce me daily Yet I walk head high and step most steady Though the sun remains a foe that tortures Still I conquer it with protective amours I scowled at the honey tongues of lying lovers Professing love only to taste my rare fairness I read through their lines but read in between better For this fragile,ignorant creature was fully harnessed I have been belittled, scoffed and shaken And redefined by several ethnic culture I have been judged,ignored and broken I have been worshipped,feared and obscured But I created the burning hero in Me And won my inner battle the greatest battle to be For i embraced my deepest weakness And savoured every drop of success I am that nature's mysterious creation A shortsighted being with farther vision I betrayed my timidity and trampled its shell I am a story and this story I tell By: Adams O Elizabeth Lizdiamond World Of Poetry