A Different Kind Poem by Agatha Eliza

It was the night that came to us
and brought the blindness
to our shores;
This sad, dark-tressed maiden
welcomed the emptiness
with its echoes
of rustling swords,
but also had a grain of kindness
weighting lightly
on its other rusty scale.


We carry a torch of hope that
is shining bright through
the fog;
This idea that cannot be
altered, or destroyed.
It's not vengeance that we
seek, it's rather love
for a future
that seems uncertain
as the distant teardrops
fall, regardless of which surface
but I
on my skin I've wrote
in blood, the message from
my predecessors
for who we are is more important
than who they want us all to be.