Flawed RoyaltyYou sit on your Blue festooned Height And throw Green studs At me. Your venom Will only glance Off me For your venom Is my venom Directed at you. I am like you Littered together Bones Flesh And blood. But your Blood is blue Mine is red. Red and sticky The sweat of My forefather Whose ignorant And misplaced Servitude Could only be Rivaled by His sense of Duty and history Yes My blood is Red With the mortgaged Dignity of the Slave woman Who bore Me Insanely tearing Me From the depths Of her Plundered body Delirious With the pain Of her Humiliation. Yours is blue Inky blue Untainted sapphire And yet We are one You White and blue Me Coloured and red Of the same stock Royal and flawed
*From my roving mind, this is what my muse came up with today.
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