Invisible
Invisible.
To the searing eyes of society,
we exsist solely in the darkness,
beyond the shadows.
Black so beautiful,
is painted, ugly,
tarnished as corrupt.
The magic in our souls
is ignored
and the herritage that birth our
exsistence,
is uncelebrated.
Our music is sung,
but our cries go,
unheard
and we go,
unseen.
Exsisting only in the darkness,
beyond the shadows.
Invisible.
by: Ejiro Osilama. 26. Nigeria