I sit anguished and confused
Having grown up in a world
Where wearing melanin invites abuse.
My own mother for one
Struggling always with the loaded gun
of narrow minded crows.
Mind-numbingly battling their talk on colour
Staying strong in the face of adversity
whilst they spit poisonous flames
endorsing how ‘fair is lovely’
whilst belittling dark as empty..
Sorry but what is that?
Speechless, helpless, but no longer – not anymore
Its starts with Me. You. Us.
A challenge to our community.
Who determines which flower blooms better
When she stars themselves favour to rest against the night sky-
Speak up. Speak out.
Spark those conversations close to home.
Stitching words into poetry to see the world through a different lens with the hope that my writing can empower others and help shine a light on issues close to heart.