Of course
we are colours
separate from each
born of same womb
but different
breast to suck
for we are colours
in a pack, God's hand
my soul is black
as yours is to white
we are different colours
bound by mother earth
bond of love
one people
we are colours
we are coloured pencils
in the hand of God...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem