TWINKLE ALONGA Poem by Victor WaruiThis is so true folks.
They said I would be fine,
Now that dire days are nowhere to find. Look at those stars above, said they. Alone bar lonely, twinkling in merry. Independent from forced servitude, Free to choose from multitude, Talk and walk with pride and gait. All this I understood but wait, Years have gone, one after two, The old pain awash but cast ashore. Why still am I hurting then? No longer shackled in slavery den, But still dissimilar to the stars, yet Whenever alone, you want to pet. In independence am made dependent. When I talk am shooed like a rodent. Can't walk, 'cos you calls me name, Like an unruly animal yet to tame. Do my colored skin hurt thy eyes? All this time living marginalized, Like a guinea-pig to be analyzed. When will I get a visa to human world? Its not acceptance I seek about, I yearn for a potion that will heal Your eyes from the chromatic ill- Ness of bias and distaste of hue, So you see first no color in me. Human like you I am, you see. Like stars, we don't have to be Racists to twinkle alongside each. In the end, the sky be ever wholesome, Mesmerizing to the eye and awesome. Then truly we'll be fine. © 2018 Victor WaruiReviews
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StatsAuthorVictor WaruiNairobi, KenyaAboutAspiring to retrace Shakespeare's steps though am completely unworthy. more..Writing
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