Anmol at dVerse has invited us to write a poem focussing on Black History Month.
“I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.” James Baldwin
I saw the branches of yesterdays tree
where hemp fibres once held the
beauty of humanity as if it were
merely wrapping paper
to be discarded rather than loved,
strange how truth is pigmented
in the mind, yet colonises the heart,
so easily betraying the lies
we facade for the sake of niceties
while denying a generation.
©Paul Vincent Cannon