I am...

I am it
The one who was never it
The liberty of free eagles scouting the blue skies
Yet still the same one from their past stories
Of sadness and unimaginable grief
The one who is said to have tasted loving love in brief.

I am a blooming Jacaranda
And the hut I was born in was no bigger than a verandah
I hail from a kitchen full of choking smoke
And everything I ever spoke
Had to be verified from other folks.

I am a revenant of some angry ancestors
Coloured men who watched their own ferried
Into the stretch of southern waters
Was reborn from some of their restless spirits
Cast deep below the ocean floor.

I am a pot of black gold
Proof that life began on my violated home soil
I bear the darkest skin in this populated world
The mark of the first man to ever toil
While traded like owned cheap soil.

I am the underrated breed
A feminist tired of this crippling patriarchy
Thriving in obvious misogyny
Persistently making my insides bleed
Wondering if they will ever embrace equality.

I wrote this a while back but I have reedited it further read.cash community. Share your thoughts!

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