Trepidation of the pasts, White Skin, Black masks,
A jailed mindset of prejudice, overpowered by a psychic blindness,
Worthy to the eye that sees you, But not perceived to the eye that tames you,
Protests for social injustice,
A heart of concrete, a lens through Black Consciousness. Quintessentially impure,
A life of equality we should all strive for.
The removal of colour lines, an amalgamation of colour unity intertwines.
Poem by: Blanca Moolman