Touche Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

Touche! 2

I see a one person not seeing another person in themselves. Like one person has a right to breathe and the other only a right to be breached. The other must hew the wood while the other imbibes the sweetest most intoxicating brew. One feels fine the other pays the fine. I know people were given different attributes of their biological make up;
a beautiful dark skin like mine; yellow skin just fine; red, white, brown or whatever, but wherever you look-see, there is conflict based on colour and ethnicity. Pigment a figment. A kaleidoscope of colour and hue. Ethnicity amounting to arbitrary authenticity.

Touche!