I am loved by God but receive no rights,
My anchor, my love for which I need to fight.
Sure I love others
Do I want others to suffer?
And yes, I do refuse to cry
Where anger towards my colour can say goodbye.
Aren’t we meant to support each other?
Black, white, red or Green?
We are loved by an all cumbersome father whose son has wiped our slate clean.
A person of colour, I am that too…
Ain’t my fore fathers from Africa saved my heart
And when I pray, it’s for my brothers and sisters, there I shall not depart. .
Jason
15th May 2022
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