Written by Aremuorin
Why Was I Murdered?
Who took away our peace, long before they saw us coming? They call it freedom. It belonged to ours. Yet, they dispossessed it of ours. It’s not right. It’s not fair. It’s not their’s.
Bring it back. Take it back. Never theirs in the first pace to take or give. Mine! Yours. Ours. Let’s go there.
Riotous prayers of revolution and evolution. Bond’s of faults broken.
Ajar open wide our thoughts and body less minds provoked when God speaks. Groomed for stardom. Sitting in contemplation. Fiending a break through no more.
This is my story. This is my colour. This is my reflection. What is your inflection?
Cast light on it. Say it loud and wear it proud ..’ 🧘🏿♂️✍🏿🙏🏿
Listen to this heart felt White Woman’s Perspective and her call to action ..’
Produced by Aremuorin