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Wallowing in the mud of confusion
How can I grow when my roots are being choked by society's greed?
When where I lay my head is the very same place my sister was condemned
For being who she had no control over being...
Dark skinned
With hair that reaches the skies like antennas
But sad to say she couldn't read her forecast because the cloud of hatred seeped over
Dense from all the emotions
Enveloping all whom was in reach
All for being whom God made her to be
Herself; gentle soul with kind eyes
Which turned to sad eyes the day she was told that she was nothing
Who was there to tell her otherwise. to brush away the tears of confusion and breathe the breath of wisdom and love
Living in a time where it's easier to stay hidden then to be heard
Who knows themselves anymore?
Like truly?
It takes self love and self recognition to understand the ways of the world
Seeing through stain-glass lenses
Broken bits and pieces
Fragmented from all the over use of the word
Different...
How am I to grow when I'm being choked by societies hatred and fear of the unknown on a collective level?
How can I un-cast this spell of lies
So that we can see a better tomorrow?
Unmask true intentions
Changing fear into understanding
Hope....
