Depth Of Colour Poem by Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche

You are driven by the pain we bleed.
A brunette inside the pot of brutality
An ebony facing racial facts
All round humanity the scar pangs to the heart
All round humanity the scar bleed with enmity.
The ghosts of the past haunts us.

You are what we are in the verge to preserve humanity.
You are what we are in the war to harness humanity.
You are what we are in the fight and fist to see quality and equality.

Colour me with black
Paint me with white
We are both victims of
Stupidity stirred in greed.
Deep me inside the bucket of white
I will write a story on you black skin without manipulation
I will write a story on your skin without digging scars.

Lord knows we bleed the same blood
Gods knows depth of colour runs deeper
Lord knows colour is skin deep
God knows depth of colour does not determine civility.

It scares me, it murders me
When I think of brutality.
Psychological manipulated past led to class flaws and
Racial confusion.
Philosophy and crooked science built a platform of what we call inequality.

Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche

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