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The Prayer of An Albino

Though in motion 
 Just like them
 I am just a potion 
 To be mixed with a stem
 To be concocted into some lotion
 To cure their poverty problem

I am an albino
 A PERSON with albinism
 I am not a stray rhino
 I have a HUMAN mechanism
 I am NOT evil
 Neither a charm for Satanism

Now my soul is a refugee
In my own insecure body
My government is like a bribed referee
Who enjoys the parts of my body
Being chopped off like a worthless tree
For greedy reporters to have a story

God of resurrection,
How will I resurrect?
When my head is in Liwonde
My two eyes are in Chiponde
And my remains that were buried in Lilongwe
Are being wolfed down in Mitole?

Since my death is not a serious case
God, was my birth a curse?
Why didn't you let me die in the hands of the nurse?
Now that my world has completely turned worse,
When my innocent life gets snatched from me like a purse
Would you kindly open your heavens widely for my soul to rest?
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Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 5/26/2020 2:34:00 PM

Powerfully, painfully rendered poem. I am aware of such atrocity. The thought of this ugliness has visceral effects, while I feel at the same time privileged to read this. Thank you for sharing Clement. Take care fellow poet. ~Maureen

Clement Chipande
Date: 5/26/2020 2:56:00 PM

Thank you for your inspiration Maureen. It's my pleasure to have achieved such target feelings in you. Take care of yourself too Maureen.

Date: 5/26/2020 8:14:00 AM

This poem has touched my heart. Is the violence still going on? How could human beings be so inhumane. There is nothing bad about being a person with albinism. We are all human beings!