To The Start Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

One with light skin,
Who holds pride with melanin,
What language is colour of skin?
There breaches situations from which I refrain.
The hope with everything to gain.
So it will begin.

The talk of ‘Pride of Industry' embedded in name.
Scholar beneath nights to blame.
Reckon with only one thing- To devour and reign.

But this gutless feeling,
Sometimes fade without being.
Restless while aspiring,
Sometimes try not the calling.
What's stopping the reckoning?

Heed to your thought!
Stop neglecting what you got.
Withstand ways you fought,
Remember all opportunities caught.

This is a note to better self.
Neglect ways of others who aspire only wealth.
For there is much to do with life in good health.