Dark Eyes
Unable to se in the dark,
Yet you ascertain that of drakness of darkness.
Dark eyes, wise eyes, eyes of the ancestors.
Oh the inequity you have seen.
The hurts you have recorded, hurts that the skin yet recalls.
Yet you ascertain that of drakness of darkness.
Dark eyes, wise eyes, eyes of the ancestors.
Oh the inequity you have seen.
The hurts you have recorded, hurts that the skin yet recalls.
This Poems Story
We are often looked upon unfairly because of one's background and even as generations past we never forget, even down to our genes we remember.
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