Nettie

Injustice, that's what it is.
Children that he has raised, they are not even his.
She blames me when I just can not say, that those babies were conceived in the worst kind of way.
This village we came to with gifts and goodwill,
Is denying it's people and oppressing them still.
For living this life I think one thing we've all earned
 is the right to our bodies and for us to learn.
These children are bright but their vision is clouded,
by the veil of naivety under which they are shrouded.
Scars under their eyes 
carved out by the guise 
of adulthood.
Adulthood- where freedom is expected but most certainly not protected. 
Black and white were not meant to fight but the plight of our lives has been taken in spite 
of this.
We miss,
The peace and naivety of infancy- torn away at the first sign of mobility.