Poetry: By My Color

By: Glória Sofia

By my color

Ruined feelings line my skin

Honor and tradition run down the trunk

Soul trunk sings in the sound of whipping

Tree trunk dances in the melody of despair

Lord's trunk sounds in hate music

From the greens drip the sound of old cans

Missing rhythms

Batuco deep in the chest

Arms opening to the sky

Tears that kiss the soil

Lord of the earth watches, the smell of the eyes

Smile and shine intertwined on the floor

Of the rose watered by blood

Scream of Africa

Put your hands on my wounds

And the river cradle caressed the deaths

The ill hope light went out

I slipped in the liquid sky

I fed the despair of my family

By my color I fed the lives in the river

For my color is marked by slavery.