The
Birth
Of
The
White
Race
Albino deer you are in such danger
Hunters have been told not to hunt you
Unfortunately, some will anyway
Because they are bloodthirsty
You are the easiest to see
With your white coat
For you do not live in snow
You live in browns and blacks and grays
Albino deer, I wish you well
If you grow to adulthood it will be a miracle
I am rooting for you
opalescent white
rainbow iridescent flash
albino cat fish
Speak of us as wonderful beings
Whose uniqueness respects no race
Made to shine and made to stand out
Epitomizing the beauty that nature holds
With blond hair on pale silver skin
Pure hazel eyes expressing class
The secrets in our dancing eyes
Attracts the fancy of every onlooker
With every stride we command heads
To turn and marvel at our looks
Rare is our kind, inferior to none
Born to lead and born to conquer
For the agelessness of our essence
Crowns us a show of pure elegance
BY: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese
*Lizdiamond Poetry World*
When tongues arise to condemn racism
None speaks the ordeal of the African albino being
Defined by different views of ethnical beliefs
Discriminated by his brothers for lacking melanin
He is but subjected to verbal condemnation
With chants of mockery upon his head
Discriminated by hypocrites who speak against discrimination
Begging love and acceptance from his fellow man
Have not many mocked his blurred eyesight?
And taunted his nystagmus as he squints in the sun?
Have not many tongues wagged in ignorance?
Spitting forth myths about his existence
Where now is the ignorant Yoruba cook?
That says "Afin ojeyo" with all boldness
Where is that man that showcases emptiness?
To say the sun beclouds an albino's reasoning.
Many myths are said and put to practice
Cursed is the man that sacrifices an albino child
For the zeal of greed has made men fools
To think the albino's blood a charm
Many a person living with albinism
Are daily deprived of the right to noble labour
So if ever tongues shall wag about racism
Fail not to speak of these black beings in white skin.
By: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese
Lizdiamond Poetry World
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?
!
Loading my car
trying to hide my covert examination
Fine features accented by heavy white brows and lashes
Colorless, shining hair
Such a strange and elegant beauty
What is it like to be so different
Yet so lovely?
Where did we go wrong?
What didn’t we do right?
To be victims of your torture
From a woman we were born
Our body, has bones not gold
What we have is not fuel, but a river of blood
Our homes we have now deserted
In caves we now hid
Hiding from a fellow human being
Why oh why
Tears are washing away our happiness
You have soaked our hearts in sorrow
So early you have sent our relative to grave
What offense did we commit?
That you no longer see us as important citizens
But charm to feed your pockets
Why have u buried your warm hearts
Why have you underrated our lives?
That you now exchange it with money?
Crying out loud!!!!!!!!
Tears of an albino
God have mercy on albinos
Above a crimson sun-raise.
Albino Hawk can soon fly.
He spots its prey, from miles away.
I'd dare say.
His swooping,swift, and sudden,
Entrance is frightening.
We squint with inferior eyes.
Upwards towards brilliant sky.
Grasping His awesome feats.
So enlightening.
I'd dare say! Dumbfounded!
His weakness builds His strengths,
Compounded!
I'd dare ask.
If this progression lasts,
Will some day Hawk-eye, overcome us?
Somewhere from the third row.
Sits Darwin's eyes aglow.
Saying, "I told you so."
Just God Who says , "Not So."
And Id' dare ask.
"Does Hawk-eye own a soul?
You should very well know.
The nature of His game.
His assent more mundane.
We should very well say.
If truth we could grasp.
Just ask.
Come on, albino. Tell me where’s the gold?
They say you know how to look.
Where is it on my farm?
Based on the novel "God's Little Acre", by the late Erskine Caldwell
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albino hummer
adorn flowers pollinate...
dangerous contrast
On the forest floor
An albino deer is born
On my property
To be Cont.
Inspired by the Contest " any Haiku will do "
Sponsored by " Destroyer A Poet ~ "
A horse of pure white,
Wild as a November storm,
Running with the wind.
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