They tell you that
you have dark skin.
You remain silent.
Your skin smells a
guava
A mature fruit
A warrior’s strength
You remain silent.
Can’t understand
You dark skin they
tell you
You arrived from
other places…
Where the sun never
gets lost.
Where the shadows are
the only darkness
They tell you, it
does not matter
But you know, they
always find
The unspoken word,
The furtive looks,
The loneliness in the
middle of winter
What does my dark
skin have to do with the white snow?
You ask.
You have inside the
arcane voices,
The voices of many,
The hidden beauty,
The unrecognized
wisdom.
Written on the pages
of history.
But you have a dark
skin, they reply
You carry within you
the tears of man
With unspoken
goodbyes,
Unrooted from their
lands and dreams.
Thrown into ship
filled with sufferings unknown
to you,
Until now…
The depth of the sea
was your silent witness
and your hushed
voices…
Your new uncertain
destiny
You carry in you the
seal like a mature fruit
Your dreams for
tomorrow do not exist
anymore.
Silently they sunk in
the waves of the ocean
That sustained the
ships
And suffering beyond
words.
Today, you are with
your voices, memories
But, they always tell
you:
You have dark skin
Today, you offer the
ancestral wisdom
But, they tell you: You have dark skin.
You remain
enveloped in your dark skin...
