Littleoflife (lol)

In the middle of the night, beneath the million stars, there's a beating heart wounded trying to heal, shattered trying to hold, hold on to the memories, It wished was the reality It would try try to fill it with colors as it was slowly fading away black and white, some random colors just here and there, blurred visions somewhere, or was it just the tear? was it tired of holding on? was it ready to outgrow? was peace finally finding it? was it ready to let go?

  “What is your favorite colour?” they ask I am so afraid how can I say black? for a man is killed for being this colour, the colour he was born with, what was he supposed to do? rip his skin off? so he could breathe this air too he didn’t even choose but still he lost his breathe now say how can I choose I’ve put my choice in sheathe For how long?, after how many lives? will this world understand when the black thrives, why do we paint the demons   in the colour black? the real demons these days they hide in the back, back of their mask, which is supposed to be praised no matter what they do? god you’re the witness, and this silence for who? The 21 st of century, love, beauty, and freedom but when everyone is growing blacks fall like an autumn? justice must be served, please, stop this racism let’s make the world peaceful this is our home, home for every colour, colour, caste and creed our brothers are dying please, don’t let them bleed...