Secure within the mother’s womb.
Sheltered from all storms of life.
Swimming,
Swiveling,
and
Sustained.

The countdown begun-

A wide world awaiting,
Eager faces looking,
Windows opening,

to
Colour,
Scent,
Sound,
Taste and Touch.

But,
Expectations shattered,
Exasperation heightened,
Execution begun,
Excruciation settled,
and
Expulsion confirmed!

Chopped to pieces,
Down to trash.
‘The most unkindest cut of all’!

Betrayal!
Horrid Betrayal!

Through eons,
History repeats.
‘Am I my brother’s keeper’?
The Son of Man –
sold out,
with a kiss.
Et tu, Brute!

Labels lock people up
Chain them in cages
Expects people to act in a certain way
Put people on different pages

So, what if there were no boxes
To hold us all in place
And no one cared about
The colour of your face

What does it matter
If you are black, white or brown?
So, what if we are different,
And from a different town

Why should anything define
who we are meant to be
Why can’t we just be happy,
Non-judgemental and free

We are told never to judge
a book by its cover
So why do we need categories
Why do we need a colour?

everyone is themselves  
no one is the same
everyone is different
there is no need to name

we are all the same when we’re born
not programmed for a race
we are all the humans in the end
no matter the colour of our face