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Made of Black

We are called a "shadow", they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams,

            We are called ,'ugly' because we are black ,because we are different ,

Our uniqueness draws their envy, our hearts pump love instead,

We live by the chances they proffer us, yet we are still ever willing to show kindness , fight injustice , love humanity like it is our only treasure,

We  fight for what we crave the most ,'justice' not for ourselves but for our legacies yet unborn,

We want to be treated as if we existed, as if we mattered,

You enslave us with your injustice , and give us nightmares as dreams,

we want to be spoken to , not shouted at,

Our black is a beauty no man can take away , our unity draws our diversity and creates our uniqueness,

They imprison us with their injustice and give us black Novembers,

But deep down ,we know who we are and we are not afraid to dream of a better tomorrow ,

We strive everyday to create a better tomorrow for our unborn children,

We are made of dreams , unity and most importantly

We are made of black.

Copyright © Abigail Komo | Year Posted 2016



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Made of Black

We are called a "shadow", they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams,

            We are called ,'ugly' because we are black ,because we are different ,

Our uniqueness draws their envy, our hearts pump love instead,

We live by the chances they proffer us, yet we are still ever willing to show kindness , fight injustice , love humanity like it is our only treasure,

We  fight for what we crave the most ,'justice' not for ourselves but for our legacies yet unborn,

We want to be treated as if we existed, as if we mattered,

You enslave us with your injustice , and give us nightmares as dreams,

we want to be spoken to , not shouted at,

Our black is a beauty no man can take away , our unity draws our diversity and creates our uniqueness,

They imprison us with their injustice and give us black Novembers,

But deep down ,we know who we are and we are not afraid to dream of a better tomorrow ,

We strive everyday to create a better tomorrow for our unborn children,

We are made of dreams , unity and most importantly

We are made of black.

Copyright © Abigail Komo | Year Posted 2016

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Thats Who We Truly Are

We create entities to defines us,
                Because we are scared of defining our true selves,
                Our undefined capabilities, so we limit ourselves by defining what we are not,
                  We try our very best everyday to limit our extraordinary capabilities , our fighting spirits we limit them with time,
                   And yet we are who are who are by what we define ourselves too,
                    You are more than beautiful and become just beautiful until you define yourself as beautiful,
                   There is hope until you blind yourselves from the harsh rays of hope

Copyright © Abigail Komo | Year Posted 2016

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These People Are Made of Gold

And I thought they never really existed,
No wonder they are so rare,
Since I met them ,I learnt to laugh harder,smile brighter,love better and appreciate better,
They hold chunks of me that no one dared to keep,
They have a special place in that little heart of mine,
But my heart cant contain them cause these people have a kind of love that can't be measured by any heart,
They are the people who show me the silver lining when its too dark to search for joy,
They are the people who held me when I was way up so I would not fall,
They are the people who taught me to love like it was my last will,
They are the ones who are always there for me when no one is too busy not listening to my deepest pains.
They are the people I call my friends.

Copyright © Abigail Komo | Year Posted 2016


Book: Shattered Sighs