Noah's Poetry & Photography

We The Colored

My skin is in error.
Now I am clothed in revile and terror.
Flesh was stitched to my hands to feel, to touch.
However, the snares of men have entrapped my love
Like a ghost forgotten, loneliness has made its home in my heart.
Life is a door, yet I gaze at it through windows
Wondering to God when hate will reap what it sows.


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