#blackandwhiteworld
How can I open the window shut by fear
Let in the air of humanity
Into the stifling chamber filled with rage
How can I speak my heart you
Precious human behind the lens painted domino
You who believes in survival
At the hand of this sorting machine
Where you hid yourself
You whose strength I admire
Your generosity and loyalty
Makes me feel at home
Your warmth and mine
Gives out he same heat
Embrace me,
Hide me from cold indifference
We paint the masks
With patterns of truth and real
Yet still you are hidden
Behind a the mirror glass
Standing next to you
I reflect the hate of my complexion
And your ever so hurt
History
Will never allow me
To belong
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
__Tomorrow is always so dark__ —
I don’t have the eyes to see it, but I’ve got
the faith to believe in it. And if dreams never
die… do we still dream after death?
And do you still dream with open eyes —
or do they close by the end of the night?
We dream in colour in a black-and-white
world. But what’s colour worth when we
judge by shade, _by place, by blood_?
Even their own goes against their own
for the turf they hold onto of the authority
they own.
__My thoughts__ —
Black as summer storms over my mind.
Winter is coming, and all we want is to
stay warm by standing with our kind.
And I hear those churchgoers
tell the best lies — where are they going,
if they say they carry His light?
Leading us all into a “tomorrow,” but
is just a place made for the dark…
__Tomorrow is always so dark...__
and somehow, still the thing we
all hope to find… but it’s also a
place we use as a place to hide.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC