True Colours by Faradiba Morton
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When I was young,
I lived in a town where segregation reigned with dark clouds,
when the colour of my being robbed me of my fate,
always trying to fit inn. Ended uncomprehending always left me feeling sadly,
Like the trees of its leaves never breathed or had a breath for me.
Sometimes I was left nor right,
a damned feeling of unsettling brought with it no healing.
Not too black and not too white,
all my life I have been trying but always persecuted by both.
So bad, I sometimes wish I had a different colour.
Sometimes, I felt that my life has no meaning.
How happy can one person be,
when your childhood has been taken from thee?
Now it's worst, you have been blessed with poverty.
Escalated by the tone and colour of your hair.
Segregation, decides to cut this locks,
so that the fit should be established.
Over the years I've grown a heart of stone,
realizing that my worth is more of my own.
I have become more precious, more of me.
I realized my God given talent allows me to be seen,
as a women, somebody that belongs anywhere.
My soul controlled by my elders,
shifted by the wind,
guided by the light that shines within,
flowing like the water of life,
burning like the yearning to live,
this procedure has left me feeling effectively free…
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