Are you a comforter?
Or an Armageddon of the bed?
You forced sunshine into the night,
Your exploits echoed fear and joy
Into the annals of the born and unborn
You break human walls
In a vulnerable community,
welded by race and ethnocentrism.
I met you first in a car–
A lonely destination,
And you showed so much compassion.
You overlooked my dark colour,
Something you watched with your own eyes
Yet you accepted me wholeheartedly
Crushed long-held family conventions,
Built traditions that mend pots
engravings sharper than a razor blade
to give this beautiful life
that the first poem I wrote