Is It Normal For Black People To Have Yellow Eyes

Labour

wire stretched itself from such a thread of silk
guts, nothing is seen oozing from tiny traces
emotions
shoot springs from my body and grows
that barely worn screams of joy
and here is all me, everything is there.
From these bare hands to climb the pyre
well ordered me to throw the wood
voiceless memory without remembrance of wounds
and children escaped
open door of my life cornfield
there are only plowing
and any rework.
tractor drags the words
not work in a world
head up all sloppy and stupid
seed burial ground
fragile looking like a potted plant
the world will be beautiful once
seul'ment eyes closed.

Yet the world moves, resistance and discontent
and streets, with others we are not afraid of anything or anyone
and scope of possibilities is vast, so vast, so tomorrow may be eyes that open? "