LOVE IS YOUR COLOR
It was that
small part of you I gazed at
that filled my
mind with such vivid scenery
wanting to touch
you in that place
longingly...
Your skin told me
an intricate story
...in it I saw
your family history
A touch of
exoticness blended with a little mystery
I saw the
dark storm clouds over deepest Africa
...upon the plains
were warring factions of different tribes
(set upon one
another by colonialistic minds)
I saw People who
said goodbye to their homes
who then traveled
the seas shackled in filthy boats
their backs torn
and frayed by inhumane brutality
(scarred for life
by the slave masters mentality)
There were generations of your ancestors
who were
annihilated with out hesitation
Forced off their
sacred lands and into reservations
I saw those who
extirpated your Kings,
your Black Queens
the Medicine Woman
Clan Mothers
The chiefs and
elders
While offering you
blankets infected
with an incurable
social dis~ease
I saw the red
warrior who could tame a lion with a single stare
and ancient people
who communed with beings from the stars
There were the
brave men who sit in circles under the night fire
(who know how to
love a woman with tender desire)
No more are you a
lone wolf
who's eyes hide
behind the smile
that can no longer
trust
I know how to
soothe and release the rage within
while laying
beneath the colours of your skin
When I saw the
many beautiful colours of your skin
I was infected
with an incurable lust
To become one
with of all the
nations
that reside in you
(c) Teresa / Divinia 11th September 2012
Way deep! Filled with empathy, clairvoyance, and indelible desire. A well constructed piece and the music adds an ardent touch.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rory. Yes, this one is way more than skin deep. It's a story that I've been needing to tell my whole life, brought about from dreams and visions I've long had. Yes, it is inspired by someone I know...but it goes way beyond what i saw with my eyes... it traveled past those boundaries, that try to keep us, the human family, segregated, fearful, suspicious. It is a token of my respect and affection.
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