My heart still bleeds

My heart still bleeds the color red
like your ancestors and mine
it still bleeds red…
under the color of my skin
of your skin…
BROWN
BLACK
WHITE
OLIVE
HARD TO DEFINE SKIN TONES
But it still bleeds RED
RED
The color that unifies
humanity
which bleeds
with decades of injustice
Prejudice and Silence
For you see the colors don’t speak
but our actions do
and my heart still bleeds the color red
like your ancestors and mine
and it’s time we listen
we unite against injustice
we unite in peace
and rise with love
for LOVE bleeds RED
when left unheard.

 

 

free google image from wallpaper/ poetry copyright neha 2020

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Recently, the states of West Bengal and Odissa in India were hit by cyclone amphan causing devastating damage…my grandmas and relatives still live in one of the cities affected and had no electricity for 72 hours…this along with the pandemic has left the place shattered…although my relatives are safe many were not so fortunate…i pray for all affected and hope they get the help needed during this difficult time.

#prayforbengal

Rise

Rise,

after every fall,

for all your falls are barely a fraction,

of the number,

the sun has fallen,

and risen again,

spreading light on fallen souls,

from that first lost being on this planet

So Rise.

copyright neha poem and image 2016

Rise

Rise,

after every fall,

for all your falls are barely a fraction,

of the number,

the sun has fallen,

and risen again,

spreading light on fallen souls,

from that first lost being on this planet

So Rise.

image from freewallsource.com

Rise

Rise,

after every fall,

for all your falls are barely a fraction,

of the number,

the sun has fallen,

and risen again,

spreading light on fallen souls,

from that first lost being on this planet

So Rise.

*free google image