Will I keep my Color in Heaven?
Like so Many Fallen Angels that
Couldn't fit in to a System that Judged,
We sometimes Forget about the Rejected.
Will I Use my Color in Heaven?
Like the Privileged Majority Clinching
To Centuries-old hidden Promised Liberty, that Seems to Elude the Unfortunate.
Will I Need my Color in Heaven?
Like a infant suckling its Mother's Breast.
I too, will Demand that my Presence,
However valuable; Not be made a
Spectacle of for All to See.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem