Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

Power of Fear


We battle to keep the canoe afloat
Alas it seems the wind
Is bent on ruining our expedition
Choose carefully the way your paddle goes
Father yelled at my mother
And I saw the fright in his eyes
Only then I realize we were in a sorry state
My mother was a strong woman,
She keeps her own side floating
Even though my father was making
It seems like she was of no help.
So I reach out to her hands and touch her softly,
She was a strong black woman,
And deserve to be treated with respect everyday of her life.
Fear is only a state of mind

Submitted: Sunday, June 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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