The Hero In Me Poem by Adams Elizabeth Oyarese

With a shade of colourless eyes
Have I looked upon a world of discrimination
My nature is a rare form of uniqueness
And I defile every race by description

Golden hair on pale silver skin
An African white woman of Timbuktukin
I have danced to the tune of my mockery
Withteary eyes have I smiled at victory

Sharp edged stares may pierce me daily
Yet I walk head high andstep most steady
Though the sun remains a foe that tortures
Still I conquer it with protective amours

I scowled at the honey tongues of lying lovers
Professing love only to taste my rare fairness
I read through their lines but read in between better
For this fragile, ignorant creature was fully harnessed

I have been belittled, scoffedand shaken
And redefined by several ethnic culture
I have been judged, ignored and broken
I have been worshipped, feared and obscured

But I created the burning hero in Me
And won my inner battle the greatest battle to be
For i embraced my deepest weakness
And savoured every drop of success

I am that nature's mysterious creation
A shortsighted being with farther vision
I betrayed my timidity and trampled its shell
I am a story and this story I tell

By: Adams O Elizabeth

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