Within your dark eyes

Reflected in your hued skin

Your strides are drums beating…

Centuries of struggle

Centuries of overcoming

Centuries of loving and caring

Holding on to what is real

And still it continues… Centuries

The soil richer for your blood

Air more fragrant for your tears

Our foundation from your sweat

God weeps for what you have suffered

Yet you have stood firm and tall

You have not broken nor will you fall

You will lead us all one day

As the Pupil of the Eye rises

Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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