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Mama Mada
A Song Of Colours
by Afo labi Bo luwatife
Listen,
pay attention to your bones screaming for help because they are weary.
You have carried your grandfather’s shame under your skin for too long
and your body is tired of living in a room full of shadows
of memories that won’t die.
Repeat after me:
history is not a prison,
a name is not a curse,
destiny is not a picture of the past hanging on the wall, covered in dust.
I think if you wanted it:
you could carve a rainbow on the canvas of the future,
ride on the wings of hope to a land where dreams come alive,
drive a hole through the cocoon of grief life has made you
and break into a butterfly of happiness.
I think if you wanted it:
you could burn silence on the lips of men who ever dared
to whisper impossible into your ears,
sing a song of colours into the darkness
and watch shame dissolve into a volcano.
If you wanted it,
if you really wanted it.
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