A N G E S S O M I S A A K
__________________________________________________________FREEDOM'S COLORS
Translated by Charles Cantalupo & Ghirmai Negash
I saw a color
I experience freedom
Unbelievably bright
And like a powerful wind
Encompassing the sky
Mirrored across the sea
And pouring freedom
All around me.
I remember it again –
The one and only true
Color of freedom:
I never saw such white,
Such red like blood,
Yellow to pale all yellows
And blue beyond God's grace.
But freedom shines less now.
The colors run into each other.
I can't see one color alone.
I don't know why,
And never could I have imagined
My vision ending like this: black,
Blacker than a crow's eye.
Whether my vision has changed
Or if I have become smarter –
Again I don't know, but I don't see
Freedom in one color only,
As I roll my eyes like a chameleon,
Becoming whatever color I see
To survive.
As more than one color.
I understand freedom
As more colors than one –
More than I have ever seen,
More than I have ever heard,
And more than I can explain.
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