In you

Take it as you will

In you,

I see

The whispers of

Your people

The ones I don't have

The ones you don't know

Don't care to know.

A thousand years

Of beating drums

Of freezing winters

Of a loving of

Nature

I see it.

In your high cheekbones

Dark tones

Anything but monotone,

Your brown eyes,

Whilst who live with you have

Blue,

You have your people in you

I see them

In your face,

Your wallet

But yet,

You don't know them

The other half,

The people,

The love,

Or hate