September 11, 2012

LOVE IS YOUR COLOR

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






2 comments:

  1. Way deep! Filled with empathy, clairvoyance, and indelible desire. A well constructed piece and the music adds an ardent touch.

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  2. Thank 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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