Life is Poetry
Fearless giants born strong and empowered;
In awe, I wonder how to be so bold.
Fierce voices boom their views across the globe
While my soul pleads that I wait to be told.
I bowed my White guilt over the scapegoat;
Let their axe of demonisation fall.
Remembered how they blamed me for their ills;
Culture is more than a name on a wall.
We grew in noxious soil and fed on dirt;
We yearned for just a moment without hurt.
Our selfishness ensured all felt abused;
Every apple fell shrivelled and bruised.
His masculine scent entranced me,
And held me where I stood.
The moon illuminated him;
Hidden in a dense wood.