I was created knowing only my skin had color and
Everything internal directly functioned the same as
Those created only knowing their skin had a different
Hue pronounced in variations of pigmentations a Progenies
Divine symbolic cause of celebrations because of our
Blessed uniqueness knowing individuality but supping on
Togetherness in an open unifying language of true hearts.
My soul growing slowly traveling through times of many
Unanswered questions, a bringing of absolute frustration
A madness unknown to my inner being, a true fight to the
Grave, a scratching the floor of the earth with my fingers,
My essence pouring in its mixture, oh earth mother of my
Flesh see your son struggling to be free, help me to sip in the
life you allowed my bones to become fully dressed to claim.
Oh, man clothed in the flesh from our true mother earth, hear
My empty lowly voice of inspiring understanding knowing first
In the foremost parts of my mind, it is your soul I truly adore in
Caring compassionate loving way. If you simplify your eyes life’s
Stations of color will become a beautifying something to marvel at,
Because this rainbow has a veritable voice desiring interactions, not
Solitude with eyes of clay watching from afar.
I was created knowing only my skin had color and
Everything internal directly functioned the same as
Those created only knowing their skin had a different
Hue pronounced in variations of pigmentations a Progenies
Divine symbolic cause of celebrations because of our
Blessed uniqueness knowing individuality but supping on
Togetherness in an open unifying language of true hearts.