LETTER TO A STRANGER by Bamas Sinach VicToria
Hello Stranger, I look for you in every faceWhen I am walking, in a crowded hall, at the bus terminalI search for you in every smile, in every look, in...
Has your leg the strength to climb high the mountains,Or your hand the power to swim across the ocean.
I could be to you like the dew upon the rose; the blade of the grass or as the face of the sword I could be the blisters on your skins or the venom of the black mamba; I am not black I am only human.