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They Wore a Star Over Their Hearts

Star

 

It seems so long ago,

you heard the stories woven

in tears

in sadness.

They wore a star

over their hearts

and their hearts were heavy,

but where were the voices

raised up in indignation?

Where was the dissent?

No, it is not for us – to speak

it is not for us – to judge

I will just pass quietly

or perhaps, hurl insults

for this is where

we choose to draw lines.

Their skin, is not my skin

and their sin, is not my sin

this is a problem

of their own choosing

and it became a common sight

seeing them passing in the streets

their heads hung low

dust rising

beneath their footsteps

and they quickly tread

on the days they were allowed,

made to feel foreign

in lands they made fertile

in the hopes that they too,

could contribute to its beauty

that they too,

could benefit from its hope,

but this is where

we choose to draw lines.

Their skin… is not my skin

and their sin… is not my sin

this is a problem

of their own choosing.

We know what history

laid beneath

the truth of these words,

where they led,

and the open wounds

that still beg to heal

and still –

we refuse to understand.

 

(c) Sumyanna 2016

Author:

Writer of poetry and seeker of knowledge. I hope to inspire and be inspired by my words and the world around me.

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