The Essence of Being Scatters
By Nana Dadzie Ghansah
One day she saw his skin,
Dark, rich, and chocolate brown.
Pride welled up from within,
So she wore it like a crown.
After nine months a son,
She’ll forever ever love.
He’ll become her sun,
A light from high above.
Yet her heart felt really heavy,
Worried about the world out there.
Would it exact a steep levy,
By laying its harshness bare?
For when color is all that matters,
The very essence of being scatters.
One day the world saw his skin,
Dark, chocolate brown, and rich.
They refused to see his wide grin,
Rather shoved him into a niche.
A sun he was but now no more,
All they saw was the dark.
He could not get through the door,
That’s how he lost his spark.
Yet somehow he became the prey,
Harassed, hunted, and hated.
One day the bullets came his way,
Making him one of the investigated.
For when color is all that matters,
The very essence of being scatters.
That day she touched his skin,
It was cold, grey, and ashen.
In her head she heard a din,
Of a wind with no compassion.
She had lost her light,
Her universe had caved in.
Sorrow’s terrible bite,
Was wearing her soul thin.
Her fears had come true,
About a cold, mean world.
And yet it did not feel new,
What fate had just unfurled.
For when color is all that matters,
The very essence of being scatters.
©️Nana Dadzie Ghansah June 2020