When I sit down on the floor, with my hands bound to the mere essence of self worth.
I think if I have a right to speak
If I have a right to take action
If I deserve to imagine a place where good overpowers bad.
Will there ever be a grey area, where two ethnicities yet very similar , live in a harmonious blunder of love and acceptance.
It is them who speaks of the rivers, those rivers that try to meet the shore, with all the force they can muster ,
because brotherhood is not just a concept it's a feeling that wishes to touch with the shore's of them.
The supremacy , the white lies and the delusion of being the only race present creates a rift which separates the river from the shore ,like the soul from its heart.
Because even though they are the yellow bastard boys according to you , they are there because of you , and you there because of them.
So this time why don't we scream and create a melody of unity, instead of screaming and creating violence.
Because change doesn't come from outside it comes from within with the tiniest spark ever.
-K⚓️rusha
A/N I know I am a little too late to speak up but it's never too late. So, here's my stance on this matter , because even though as a world we have progressed , seems like our minds are still set in the 18th century.
YOU ARE READING
That's it
PoetryIs that it or is there more to your story. Because I still can't hear you.
