Cluttering face in the hot rays
Inviting even the engaged eyes
The white god amidst the Blacks
The cult among the uninitiated
Squeezing reddish face
Oh please don’t dare cry
Why dare close eye at dawn
How do you see path to tread
Flexible delicate coverings
That could not hide in a wrapper
Do those eyes of yours spit fire?
I swore I could see burning flames oozing out.
Were you not among the orisa
That escorted Olodumare to Ikole aiye?
Your body is marked with godliness
We’ve heard many tales of your coming through.
Albino, there is creativity in your deviation
There are sparks in you that can be ignited
There are dreams yet accomplished
Believe, the sun can betroth you.
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