Open Your Heart to Happiness

What gift is greater than the gift of life?
Cheap but expensive to maintain to be happy,
What warms the heart better than a smile?
In the midst of the chaos and worldly strife
And who else out there feels that segregation is crappy?
That our leaders and preachers are just too guile


What still blinds your eyes to not see the beauty of my color?
Even though you love and admire the skillfulness of my words
Of what joy or peace does your hatred for my skin give to your heart?
When all skin, brown, white and black, can still get versicolor
What makes it so hard to do away with the discriminative race swords?
That keeps two capable lovers hidden and apart.

A lot of people have  died not truly loving
Some never felt the joy to have a soulmate
Love that was meant to be given, thus wasted
How much longer should we keep pretending?
Why does your heart still discriminate?
Against something beautiful that you never created.

LOVE.


Eggy Jonson

29/12/2021

Lomé, Togo


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