Kindred Bonds

Poetry by Ted Boughter-Dornfeld Copyright © 2009

Far down the line
But my skin will stay café
The dark side of a lunar moon
Casts shadows upon my face
But the light shines down and diffuses
A fusion that I embrace
I look back at time
I look back at space
The line I walk
I’ll keep my pace
My ears preserve
To speak with grace
And make some sense
Of muddled race
Sharp is my tone
And so I brace
For those who cry
“You have no place”
I’m springing forth
From ancestral base
An intricate weave
Of familial lace
From within my core
Beats resonate
My soul resounds
Like deep, rich bass
A load I can carry
But tedious weight
My calm brown hair
I’ll never hate
With open arms
Receive my fate
I wish I could aid my earlier brethren
Slaving away on that Southern estate
I am not done…
Will I be too late?


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Uncle Tree
    Jun 14, 2009 @ 11:24:32

    I hope not.

    Hello there! Great job with the rhymes on this one!
    It was fun to read. I was just browsing the poetry section.
    Hope you don’t mind me barging in. Uncle Tree


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