FOR THE SKIN’S SAKE BY GABLA GODWIN

FOR THE SKIN’S SAKE

Right here
Before our very eyes
Our skins have become a
criteria for segregation
Casting our rights down
the pit
White means gold
Black means nothing
Our search for greener
pastures
Ends is our gain of darker
pastures
For their skins are white
Ours are burnt
Open the window
Look through the flat fragile frames
There, wallowing in the tears
of the groaning clouds,
He walks
His skin made of charcoal
His eyes, a piece of
diamond in a pit
His hair, a cluster
Of black needles in parade
There, he walks with his
clothing soaked
Yet, an umbrella crowns the
frame of another
He passes by
For his skin is white.
Look through the window
There, standing in a queue,
He is
He spots a skin of charcoal
Where he stood moments ago
His legs know nomore
He had moved
Not forward
Backwards
Before him, are
many
Behind him, none
Their skins are white

I hope for a day
When the sun will
rise again
When the sun will rise
for all
But not some;
Leaving the rest in the
darkness of sorrows
When white and black
Would be same
And love would be
the song .
BY: GABLA GODWIN

 

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