I was born with a black star
Suspended above my head
And imprinted on my heart
I was born with an eagle
Engraved on my skin
And embossed on my mind
I was born beyond race
I was born without nationality
I was born in beauty
I was born into colonial madness
I was born into a life
Tainted by a past we refuse to let go
And a future we are unable to see
I was born into duality
My wings carry the stripes of a zebra
The feathers flapping into the eternal wind of forever
I was born into an ideal
I was born into here & now
I was born
And now I live
1 comment:
beautiful poem!
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