Issabella Shands

The Legacy of Rain

Issabella Shands

Storm clouds swell with ancestral tears Fat dew drops fall, ripe with their fears. The dew cascades down green blades, Their memory, legacy fades. As the wind spreads their silent prayers.

Words unspoken, yet so clear. Societal norms they must adhere. As the whitewashed culture pervades. Storm clouds swell with ancestral tears.

Chromosomal heirs inherit sneers, While wishing they could just appear, themselves. A wicked game: charades. Amass in a maze, barricades. If only their skin not interfere. Storm clouds swell with ancestral tears.

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