I talk of colour,
to render all that is misunderstood
Is plaited, scarred, pigmented and hyper,
It is rushing through the subway and laying in fields
To a beat pounded on the dhol
And amplified by bass.
It is imbued in the richest coriander
and tumeric pastes,
salwars n’ sneakers,
folk and green,
drenched in mother-tongues sung in the East
but synched by lips that tilt a little to the west.
It is sand-root kids
on a jean-clad quest.
And mauve lipped girls,
Dreaming in gold.
// The Daily Diaspora
*lok/virsa: cultural heritage
This is my somewhat free verse take on the #PoetsOfColorChallenge – which was originally created by @_salvinc on Instagram.
I nominate all poets and writers of colour to participate in the challenge!
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