Sylvia Wynter's Dream

No I’m just fine   

Don’t forget that I’m human too, two hands, perfect teeth with natural hair. 

I can walk even if it’s with a stick, I’m the cook with magic at my fingertips.

 I might be smaller but I can reach the cupboards just fine.

 I may never see color, texture is the center of life

 Touch with a bit of smell. Everything is God’s purpose. 

Without colors I learnt to appreciate everything more. 

Ask for help, shuffle your feet, step and ponder, wonder the sky. 

I know it’s blue but what else. What colors make up a sunset. 

After rain and rainbows. 

Sunday morning, for plain dresses, pointy shoes, tight hairstyles. 

” How is it coming along?”. Chatty Neighbours with fake concerns.

 My senses are far more than five, 

Don’t smile, Mina God will save us both. Prayers and songs all the same. 

Praying for the same again, colors brightness, the sun. 

Praying for the same day, where I want to be reborn.