Roses are red, violet is blue
I want to dance, get lost
in imagination life has come
with different shades of struggles

find love, find life
I cry, my brothers are busy being
second class citizens in another man’s land

they can’t love,
No, they can’t be loved, their skin
colour is always a subject matter,
I am a subject matter
our woes have grown taller than we are.

I am here, playing dead log,
finding sympathy
I think I’m so overwhelmed, if only
I could reverse to all the good old days

we lived
with everyone around cheerful, beautiful
we were once happy, I wish
no one ever leaved.

© Àdèlé