Once Upon A Time, his black skin burned,
Due to his master's whips.
While in that scorching sun,
The white, turned to a hue reddish.
A lack of melanin
Used for the extreme exploitation,
Of the monotony of black skin,
By threatening them with undignified weapons.
What if there was no skin? Would the whites realize, the same red flows within?
Would they then, commit this sin?
Would the whites know, beneath their exterior black as a kiln,
They're all pieces of the same chessboard,
Not here to win?
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth.
Poetry"But again, I'm warning you, All I am is a pathetic little beast. I'm scarred inside very deep, Scarred because of words for eternity. If you have the courage to take a peek, Then come and join the fraterni...
