The color of our skin

Real difficulties can be overcome; it is only the imaginary ones that are unconquerable.

Theodore N. Vail

Hi there guys. I’m happy you could join me today. Today’s poem was written to say goodbye to those views of old implemented in my country during the Apartheid Era. For those who don’t know, this was an era when romantic relationships between blacks and whites was shunned.

I’m lucky enough to be a born free. So I can fall in love with whomever I want, without risking the ire of my community. I feel for those who lived in that age of racial segregation and were forced not to follow their hearts if they ever did beat for someone of opposite color. This is why I chose to write this poem. It’s not long at all so your attention span shouldn’t stress.

The color of my skin
And that of your skin was not quite akin
So it’s no surprise your kin weren’t keen
on giving me your hand in marriage,
for apparently our love was a sin.

But together, we took a stand against them
And eventually they came to understand
That the love between me and you
Knows not anything about hue.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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