The colour of Earth
A poem about the colour of me.
The Colour of Earth
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The colour of my skin
Brown, smooth, healthy,
Grey, cracking, feeling like paper,
Thirsty for water, in need of hydration
The colour of earth
Upon which things grow.
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The colour of my skin
Like earthy mud
beneath still-waters,
In which the lotus roots itself before
Pushing upward to face
The rising sun.
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The colour of my skin…of me…
Whom the earth has loaned
Her atoms to breathe me into being
And expects great things,
But no greater than
The life she has given to me.
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The colour of my skin
Upon my end…the colour of ash,
The colour of earth
As my body returns to its owner;
Soil for new growth
And a greener world.
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Rajkumarie Devi
Observing the world through different eyes and a different mindset.
Walking the path of enlightenment.
Love poetry, science fiction/fantasy and spirituality.
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I love these lines: The colour of my skin…of me…/ Whom the earth has loaned/ Her atoms to breathe me into being "breathe me into being" is such a beautiful and profound phrase. I enjoyed reading this; thank you so much for writing it.