Black, White, Pink And Brown

i look through the eyes of a troubled woman
black, white, pink and brown
and walk a mile in her shoes
searching her soul for that last piece of happiness
trampled by heartless earthly beings.
i walk on grounds overgrown with disrespect
inflilcting emotions of all kinds
with my shoulders aching from the laden burdens
stuffed up on them
i groom offsprings who think tey know better
who choose to be hard-headed and spurn my advice
when i straighten the ragged edges of their meandering routes
i meditate with poetry
trying to fill her lacuna
and voice out her ineffable struggles
bound together by tears of despair.
i look through your eyes, you troubles woman
black, white, pink and brown

by Stella Sisanda Qishi

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