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Elizabeth Adams Poem
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
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The strength that I have found
My comfort and my pride
I know no other being
That gives such love to me
You are my hope and bliss
The face I crave to kiss
My dearest darling Angel
Rare beauty that I must tell
If ever should you err
My love for you remains
For in you I do believe
And this reason I forgive
Love me the way you can
And crown me a lucky man
For love to me is you
So sincere and so true
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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
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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
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I adapted to my pain
And felt it's existence no longer
Sometimes facing the unknown
Makes it less a wonder
My mockery became my amour
And yes! it shielded me
For in the absence of the sun
The moon must learn to shine
A thousand times did I crawl
In the dark
And collided with unseen objects
Still now I run in the same darkness
And need not any light
In this scar was a flesh so broken
I never thought could heal
In this night i was once asleep
And never dreamt to be awoken
But of all things said and done
And for every hurdle come
I have put a foot ahead
And steadily I count my steps
I was that seed buried and forgotten
I was that onion that once was rotten
Yet in my rot did I germinate
And out of the ground I propagate
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IF YOU KNEW
If you knew it would be the last time
To see your loved ones sleep
Will you not tuck them tightly
And pray their soul to keep ?
If you knew it would be the last time
To see them walk through the door
Will you not give them a kiss
And call them back for more ?
If you knew it would be the last time
You would hear their voice in praise
Will you not record every line
And play them back in days ?
If you knew it would be the last time
For them to say 'i love you'
Would you think of a better time
To say you also do ?
If you knew it would be the last time
You both have to share a day
Will you not plead eternal sunshine
So that day won't slip away?
If you knew it would be the last time
For you to kiss so long
Would you say there would be another
To make up for that wrong ?
Though there would be many chances
But if this is all you get
Will you not love like you are in a trance
And hope they won't forget?
Tomorrow is not certain
To young and old alike
Today may be the last day
You get to share a hike
Why should you leave for tomorrow
What you can do right now ?
So if tomorrow never comes
You will not say a wasted vow
Just go that extra mile
It may be their last wish
Give them a kiss or smile
Do not wait until you are rich
Hold your loved ones tight
Hold them very close
Tell them your dreams at night
Give then even a rose
Take special time to say
'I love you', 'thank you' or 'do not worry'
So if tomorrow never stays
You will not feel so sorry
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If someday the tables turn
And i live a life of endless scorn
If my loved ones choose to leave
And their affections to another give
If poverty reclaims my pockets
And i shed tears to fill a bucket
If i wallow in the embrace of self pity
And relocate to a hopeless city
If the dusk crowns my days of failure
And the dawn my dreams recapture
If i struggle with the burden of depression
And look upon life with a hazy vision
If the rains water no olive of bliss
And my lips the feet of frustration kiss
Would i welcome a rope around my neck
And drink from a most venomous cup?
Would i leave a note by my death bed
And make in vain the bowing of my mama's head?
Would i recreate my woes when i fail not to fail
And gobble up my demise as i be not to be?
Would i dance to the dirge of my oblivion
And succumb to the torments of public opinion?
Would I leave an action so worthy to emulate ?
If my steps i erase from life's own slate?
All these shall i ponder when suicide knocks
And then i shall look upon life's own clock
Amidst the tears,depression and gray
I shall say to death ;"No,not today!"
For i will picture the smile on my face
When someday my victory shall bring much grace
For i rather sell my death
to buy another day
Than betray my dreams and walk in death's way.
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Someday when my land is more fertile
And my gardener is ready to toil
I shall welcome you my precious flower
And nurture you in my soil
Faced with responsibility and emotion
Humbled by the reality of obligation
I am compelled to be a coward
Too afraid to make you my own
I am a poor and naive flowerpot
Lacking the nutrients to keep a flower
I own no tool to make your bed
Or gold enough to maintain your petals
So, keep you away I must for now
To embark on making life better
Soon on a finer day you shall return
Under a more suitable weather
For someday, my dearest one
When I am brave enough to hold you
I shall love and keep you in my bosom
And grow you with care to blossom
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She blew a goodbye kiss to mummy
And off into the school she scampered
Exchanging pleasantries and last night's stories
And looking forward to dusk to get pampered
A busy day it was at school
Anticipating the end of day
Oh! yes the bell finally came through
Off to the bus as it led the way
An excited mother has made a dish
And smiles at the newly bought party dress
My daughter would try this after her stew of fish
Once she is home and undressed
Alas ! the awaiting inferno
Beings are burnt to worthless ash
With wailing whispers and twisted groans
Oh mummy! oh mummy! the fire comes in a flash
Still the waiting mother,waits but in vain
Oblivious to her daughter's severe pain
Until the news is brought to light
And it did leave her in such a fright
With melancholy she beholds the cremation
Yeh! Moremi! my only daughter
Has become a fuel for incineration
Lost and vanished in a hungry Fire
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Like the River Nile she flows with food and culture
With natural resources and unrefined treasure
Nurtured and moulded by noble ancestry
With such quality and beauty of the ebony
Her head remains lifted in unique royalty
Like Mount Kilimanjaro standing proud and tall
She remains unshaken, a home for all
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