I have weathered more storms in my life than I care to remember.
Some of those storms were mild, others so hectic that I felt like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

The only storm that I am facing now is the storm of acceptance.
It feels as if I have been thrown to a pack of hungry pack of wolves just waiting to be devoured by them..
I am treated like I am a criminal.

My fellow man only sees the colour of my skin.
They don’t see my heart because they have already pointed that sword of judgment at me.
I often wonder and ask myself, what is wrong with the colour of my skin?

My brothers and sisters fought for equality and went to their graves still fighting this scourge of being the “wrong” colour.

Still we continue the fight and rage wars.
When will it be over?
I am already a broken man.