White, am i.
It is in me…the word ‘white‘, as a very strong world of power. To declare peace, is to declare conformity to a white flag guided in the motion of a wave to the opposing enemy. To declare modern simplicity, is to paint a wall and many more, in white. To be guaranteed a heavenly pass, is to be baptised by a white robed black man. To be death, is to see the light, white. The spirit is pure and white, God forbid impure and black.
Yet white is not, but what it’s owner declared. Because of it, I am shall always be black. But also, because of it, I do not exist
When spirit became white
It became my symbol.
White light
Yearned for
A purity
Untethered, raping thy mind
Black soul.
Foul
Unseen, by command
But a truth
In its non-existence
A hell to exist
Clean off that blackness at once!
Natache Iilonga