You embarrassed by

the colour of your skin,

like it is sin to live in

this fucking white world

where those in control 

look down, not up?

 

But you can look up, my friend,

up above the narrow minds,

up above the eyes that

see only feet, not faces sweet

that glow with the colour of life.

 

And I see, yes I see, the colour 

of your heart, red with life it is,

red as the blood that flows 

with each beat, red with the 

heat of a soul that cares,

cares too much methinks.

 

So let your embarrassment

turn to pride, for there’s nothing 

to hide, nothing to cover up,

for your skin is a thing of joy

to bring to those fuckers’ eyes,

to those shrivelled minds that

see only their goddam kind.

 

13/5/2019