We are the leaves
Of the same tree.
Tied to the same root
And the same force
That brought us forth
And hailed our birth.
That gently cradled us
At different branches,
Gave us the same color
With different degrees,
And different size,
Making us beautifully diverse,
With love united,
With compassion blessed.
That same force that kept
waiting for our arrival,
kept vigil at our departure
When yellowed with death's
Different guises we travelled
In the same chariot
From different heights
Through different gates
To the same destination
Along the same path.
Some of us had already gone
And stopped waving their hands
For those who are about to leave,
For those preparing to leave,
For those refusing to leave,
For those who never thought of leaving,
And for those who want to leave
By bending their edges
Against the sun and the sky
to the face of the earth below
And the wailing wind between,
Hoping that gravity
will bring them
An unnoticed and an easy fall.
All making room to their buds
To come and knock at the door,
Impatiently emptying
The last remnants of waiting
wet and cold,
In the about to leave
Oblivion of winter
And the shimmering breath
Of the coming spring.
A very innovative way to write against racism. Very well-conceived and well-crafted piece of writing. The imagery of the leaves is a great idea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I truly understand the language of this poem in all it's truth and beauty. I really enjoyed it... Thanks....
Thanks a lot dear Alicia Gail. Your kind words mean a lot to me. Stay blessed.