i look through the eyes of a troubled woman black, white, pink and brown and walk a mile in her shoes searching her soul for that last piece of happiness trampled by heartless earthly beings. i walk on grounds overgrown with disrespect inflilcting emotions of all kinds with my shoulders aching from the laden burdens stuffed up on them i groom offsprings who think tey know better who choose to be hard-headed and spurn my advice when i straighten the ragged edges of their meandering routes i meditate with poetry trying to fill her lacuna and voice out her ineffable struggles bound together by tears of despair. i look through your eyes, you troubles woman black, white, pink and brown
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Black, White, Pink and Brown by Stella Sisanda Qishi