Mitta Xinindlu Poems

We write messages that brains refuse to read.
We create real pictures that eyes refuse to see.
We speak from silenced lips.
Because in empty spaces, we seek.
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When I am dead and alive no more;
could you take that pin of metal
and pin it onto my hair?
Take a bunch of flowers
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Black Man.

Your skin, your arms.
Your face and your chocolate smile.
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I love you because
you make me feel things that I have never felt before.
You erase my pain
and you bring me so much gain.
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What freedom are we to find
when our restless minds
are enslaved under the chains
of human trafficking?
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How can you not appreciate the beauty in your black skin?
Why do you misjudge its value?
Your skin neither cracks nor burns underneath the sun.
Your skin compliments its rays; and in its heat, you stun.
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Remember that day when you knocked on my door?
I wanted to open but because of the cold you had made me feel, I could not.
I wanted to open but because of the lies I have heard from your lips, I could not.
I wanted to open but because of the bruises you have left in my heart, I could not.
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Does it seem blue, or maybe black?
I think it's white although it kind of looks brown.
D'you see the yellow stripes turning into grey?
These colours all symbolize a colour of the dark night.
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My eyes are closed; I'm saddened.
My mind is darkened.
I am lying on my back; my mind is lost.
Having emotionless thoughts.
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I want to inhale
the breath that you exhale.
My heartbeat
should not be
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