Poem Retrospective 6
Considering
that life is fleeting
and years are flying by fast
better post
poems I’ve written
before I breathe my last
We
Know We Grow
Victoria Marie
June 15, 2017
Bruised,
abused
living
in unloving soil
hold
tight, take flight
escape
from this crippling coil
wild
youth, forsooth,
kept
finding myself in hostile places
despairing,
heart tearing,
will
I ever find welcoming spaces
Black
skin is sin,
is
what they want me to feel
Yet
I know as I grow,
such
thinking cannot be real
As
I age, channel my rage
into
fighting fallacious surety
To
fight for what's right,
travelling
the road to maturity
To
preach hate speech
against
those you think defenceless
Is
the sin, not our skin,
showing
your words false and senseless
Begin
to see a glimmer in me
of
all that I have for giving
Black
skin, not sin
but
an ebony love-filled living
I'm
one plot, on one spot
on
soil fed by gladness and woe
Part
in a field in which I'm sealed
surrounded
by others who know
We've
learned, discerned
love
cannot thrive alone
When
dismayed we prayed
for
hearts made of flesh, not stone
Black
skin, like within
black
souls precious wisdom pearls
Look,
you'll see Black folks’ mystery
is
to show how true love unfurls
in
spite of our plight
We
manage to live, to survive
Love,
resistance, persistence
tools
people of colour use to thrive
We
ignore the deep sore
dealt
by a hateful sister or brother
We
grow we know
with
compassionate for all and each other
Yes,
we know and we grow
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