Outer Shell

poem by: Freesa Khan
Written on Dec 29, 2013

Green, Orange, Purple, Blue,
Changing faces old and new.
Lashed, beaten, whipped and chained,
'til scarcely any breath remained.
 
Our outside is but a mere vessel,
a home in which our souls nestle.
For shame upon the judging eyes,
that light a spark from slavery cries.
 
And with all the power white contains,
should be matched equally with their hearts and brains.
For colour brings many shades,
and heartless souls are like open blades.

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greg woods commented:

I like the way you throw in an unexpected line that brings a chuckle. It is refreshing that no matter what the mood of the poem, the author retains his/her sense of humour. It's these parts of poetry I like most. Well done Freesa.

Freesa Khan commented:

Thank you so much sir! I try my best to keep a light mood and a open heart!

Peter Duggan commented:

I really liked this poem, especially the end. Well done...peter

Christopher Russon commented:

Lovely poem.

Muk - commented:

Awesome work

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