Born of angels
not a mother, not a father
raised by love incarnate in a vivid world without color
where the harsh contrasts of white on black
cease to frame the grainy faces
of a lost people
violently fighting for peace
a world without the rainbows
in which colors live side by side
but rarely touch
Born of beauty
without the cage of a body
that belongs to everyone else
and leaves its owner trapped
in a limbo of floating judgements
and violent lust
that pierces the cells of the inner
vulnerable
under its hard shell of self-hatred
and box-printed recipes
for how life should taste
Born of love
that knows no boundaries
no borders, no rules
no terms and conditions
Just Love
Blind to prejudice
but infinitely wise
without fear of a man-made reality
manufactured in hell
polluting the veins of life
with mines that bare the bowels
of Mother Nature
leaving her breasts dry
and her children to starve
© 2021 Marieke de Koker
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