Chapter six.

OUT OF THE BLUE.

Out of the blue

That held my life

Just like a pest

Holding firm on a host

Where life was a whole

With laughter over my lips

More to a baby's style

Held on the mother's laps

At that only place

Where my joy was seen

One where l spoke my thoughts

That place where birds sang

To let me out of bed

When will i have a glance of it.

Out of the blue

Where i had a sight change

When my color was gabbage

And my treasured thoughts

Only remained to me

Where l lost my only voice

Where force was my pride

With the thought of animals

To which i always cared not

Now making me regret,

Is it him that left me

The one i praised day and night

Him that i had all pride in

Where is his face now?

Out of the blue

Where work was my concern

Not to say i had a say

But i had not a voice

One to let them know who i am

And all the hardwork i shouldered

Giving me a memory of the bulls

That i used to farm all day

But they are care free

Not even about my health

For food is in crystals

And yet work loaded

More to a heard holder

They pride in possessing us.

Out of the blue

Where my language was no more

And my small voice never heard

But welcomed by my hardwork

Yet not at ounce cherished

With their bright skins

And godlike thoughts,

But the wind blows always

Just like they held us out

When it stood with might

And so it shall calm down

And the sun will shine again

To our lonely lives

To let us walk pride.