A Place of Brightness
By Abiola Regan
His innocence, a yang to the yin of devastation
Warm, dark eyes blinking love and acceptance.
A desire to preserve childhood until he’s grown,
Weighed against the need to keep him informed,
Knowing there’s too much beyond our control.
His brown skin draws in those leading with light
And sends out a flare for those seeking to harm.
His beauty poses a threat. His curiosity, an offense.
But we can’t live on eggshells. Not every moment.
So we come from a place of brightness, revel in joy.
The sound of his laugh, an antidote to the hatred
Using it to cloak ourselves in hope, combat the fear.
His presence, a catalyst for changing the world
An oyster and rose-colours for him to behold.