Cocoa Brown with a Golden Hue
The journey to me that coincides with you
Cardamom laced cords, taut from mast to mast
Opened westward - expanding territory
Constricting our story
Organized to confine our glory
Abridging our narratives while
Burning the bridges that brought us all.
Ruins.
Oh! But what miraculous
Wonderful works we’ve welded with
Nothing more than memories of a
Worth strategically erased and
Inventiveness intricately kept under wraps as
Too much intelligence increased likelihood of traps
Hymnal lyrics in hyphenated English
Ascended glass ceilings and dusted celestial feet
God graced these people
Our people
Light from within pours from every orifice
Damage doesn’t diminish the display
Every lick from life’s lash availed a lesson
Never should shame abide in a vessel so resilient.
History has conveyed just how
Unique a journey color can create, with
Every dip of the tip of Fates’s brush in their divine palette.
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