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She says…
Though the sun still shine
And the Earth still turns
Be it below Heaven -
Above hell.
She’s her own (individual)
With her own mind
Apartheid, segregated, separated.
Washing wounds of thought
With cosmetics to hide
The flaw of perceived beauty.

He says…
Though the sun still shine
And the Earth still turns
Be it below Heaven -
Above Hell.
He’s his own man (individual)
With his own ways
Apartheid, segregated, separated.
Washing wounds of thought
With the body, to hide
The flaw of perceived strength.

I say…
Which (son) does shine brighter
Amidst the endless entity, universally forsaken
In a state of mind.
I am my own keeper, charged
With merely keeping myself light enough
To carry all as self.
Desolate, forlorn, grieved.
Washing wounds of thought
With the mind, to alleviate
The flawed nature of this.


When will we say…in unison…
Something.
Anything.
Please.

Dedicated to my brothers and sisters.

~ Minoa