Well beautiful people I have entered this poem in a competition and I have made a few changers, I haven't decided to make changes to it here though.
The fear of knowing who I really am,
For who am I truly,
My caramel skin and dark brown tresses,
Who am I,
Do you know,
I am my mother's beauty
And my father's dark skin,
I am a Dutchman's decendant,
An island womans great grandchild,
I am entwined with spice,
I am a zulu girl with a mask of colour.
This land has rejected my worth
But I am more precious than black or white,
Than red or yellow,
I am africa
And africa is me,
No side can I choose,
For i am the peace flag that stands inbetween,
If you take the time to see me,
Then,
Only then,
Will you learn to forgive the pasts woes,
I am the true fruit of this rainbow nation,
I am one.
YOU ARE READING
Through My Eyes
PoetryIf there is one thing that I have learnt that has changed my outlook on life, is that every one of us has a story to tell, my poetry reveals the power of words that are hidden in the hearts of people, You are the poet in my eyes, you allow me to vis...
