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 neighbor’s with fake concern My senses are far more than five, Don’t smile, Pray, 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 am reborn. Reborn the same Mina; I hope my memories fade through my ascend on Earth; My memories burn in the ashes as I rise like a phoenix; I pass people with my head held high; Hypocrites and pretenders to pick out one by one; those who assume they know me and those who know me too well; We’re no different Afterall, expect your eyes match your hair and mine match the dark; oops I meant I only see the dark. I don’t expect you to understand me; you know what blue looks like; I look to the sky for a miracle of color; But what can I say, I grew accustom to this; breeze against my smooth skin; rough bumps and scratches on my kitchen table; the silky feel of my hair; fresh aroma of clean sheets;

Get home soon Mina, Godspeed.