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*
Dear murderers,
You do not know how it feels to be like us
The burden that sleeps in our hearts
The abuse we are faced with society
Where did we go wrong?
Why segregation?
When John 3:16 vomits love
When we were told to be our brother's keeper
When will freedom rack at our doors
You do not know how it feels to be like us
The sadness that directs our paths
The flood that befalls our skins
Where have we gone wrong?
Why society?
Why aren't you seeking to address our qualms?
Why are you ignoring the cries of our voices?
Did we blame our misfortunes on you?
You do not know how it feels to be like us
The pain that relaxes in our minds
The frustration that throws us apart
Where did we go wrong?
Are we different?
Aren't we made from the dust of the earth?
If you do claim to love God
Why do you hate us passionately?
Hardship is our shelter
Tears are crawling on our cheeks
Oh society!
Do we deserve being tortured?
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?
!
Alas they as are born as albinos
What is more for them to undergo
Though contracted in a bow of woe
Don't they also deserve to be known?
Now ask I where is the tie
That binds one being to another
When one race lives high
And place inferiority on the other
O what causes this shot of madness
To such a loving nature
Could it be the habits of loneliness
In which they take no pleasure
When men mock the creator's scope
Their imaginations becomes barren
What image feeds desires and hopes
When all they seek for is a reason
In the bitterness of their wounded spirit
Life becomes a channel of blur grace
Why exist such scornful superiority
From a different color race
Now the tenderness of acceptance pass them by
For I dare to ask if it is a crime
Must albinos forever in heart cry
Since they exist from a different color line
Dear murderers,
With tears eroding the pimples of our cheeks
We write again to you heartbroken
In a joyful union we used to live together
With your sweet stories we felt secure
But why now? Why mother Africa
Your minds now corrupted
Hungry for money but no care for life
Our lives have no value to you?
That you switch it off to feed you pockets?
Is it a curse to be deprived of melanin?
What do you harvest from our weak bones?
Does our blood flow inside diamonds?
Darkness has befallen our families
No longer a sweet homeland to us
But a jungle full of hungry lions
But why now? Why mother Africa
How big is our crime that you can’t forgive?
How unforgivable, that you sentence us to death?
Where have you burred your merciful hearts?
Our necks are so heavy with the yoke
This burden is not a joke
With chains you have tied our happiness
Our freedom thrown to grave
To you we look upon
With your love we were born
Our bodies have no gold, but hollow bones
Save us God from these money hungry ritualists
Yours,
Innocent Albinos