Its not a punishment or a curse
Its not your fate or a lottery won
Its not a slave on an animals lawn
It breathes, feels pain
It's a colour and a nature just like a mural finely painted on canvas
I'm a people, a family
I am Africa, Black glory.
-Kassey.
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ETHEREAL
PoetryElegant, exquisite, beautiful. Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world. It's a language so soft, soothing and calming. It's beautiful and understanding yet so absurd to us. It reaches the deepest parts of o...
