Amongst Orientals and Blacks I smothered.
Presence amidst Mestizos was absurd.
Amongst the Arabs stranger I felt.
Choked amongst Whites and Celts.
Amongst the Eurasian lonely I was.
Feeling of an alien 'tween Desis 'twas.
Standing amongst stones I was pleased.
Felt comfortable, felt relieved and eased.
I stand alone,
Under the eye of the Ebony storm.
Creating what was once beautiful.
Cries of the innocence,
Fade into the dark.
As the Storm increases in fury.
My wings spread,
I soar high.
Soaking every feather,
No scars shalt come.
Only time will tell.