There is fault in our beauty.
A huge flaw in our rainbow.
There are unmatched patterns in our striation,
And a big scorn in our Creator’s heart.
For we were numbed by our father’s breath;
Unity was bartered at their death beds!
We are a people of different shades;
Our hearts are beleaguered by unsaid wraths.
As three feathers were birthed by a Potter’s whirl;
One was used to adorn the thrones;
The other, a Pillow, for the King’s rest.
The later, a cartridge for his foot prints.
That’s the fairness of our pulchritude;
That’s the clime of our co-existence.
That’s the peace the Hypocrites preach;
The one that seeks to enslave the heart.
There is so much fault in our beauty.
And so much more flaw in our rainbow.
There is a scar in our conscience;
The kind that doesn’t let us sleep at night.
Author: Maverique Richard
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