Pigments
Through the cracked glass
Of the dainty window
My being pondered
Of this Coloured existencePlugged into seasoned soil
Brown
The pigment of my skin
Screams in joy
As tears watered down
Burning through
The battered scars
Again and again
Till there was nothing
Till it's numb
Consoling worned barricades
Where pain mercilessly creep
Through holes of fear and blame
I began to wonder
How to save a life
By Jessica John Posko ❤️
Instagram: @poetrychips
Love your poetry, hope you keep dishing out more masterpiece.
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