Trapped inside my skin There’s nowhere for me to go While the person I am inside Is one you’ll never know
You never look beyond the obvious Yet appearances can be deceiving You’ll never know my nature Or the love I’m capable of giving
There’s more to me than meets the eye I’m sure the same is true of you But you won’t look inside me And I guess I do the same to you If we met in another time and place Would we be friends, you and I? Or would we still be separated By the great colour divide?
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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