The colour of your skin is beautiful
It’s a velvety midnight black
The colour of your skin is beautiful
It shines like the ebony keys on the piano
The colour of your skin is beautiful
It’s the colour of the pupil of the eye
The colour of your skin is beautiful
Sometimes it’s a lovely chocolaty brown
The colour of your skin is beautiful
But real beauty is in your eyes and in your heart
June 6th, 2020
The first time I realized I was black was long ago
Someone had to point that out to me
To tell me that I was different from them
To tell me that I was less than them
And at that moment
My whole world changed
I saw the divide
I realized that the colour of my skin
Has put me in a different class
A class that is less than
Can you imagine how I felt?
Can you imagine the confusion and the pain?
Can you imagine me realizing
That I would be treated based on the colour of my skin?
And the sad thing is it doesn’t have to be this way
The superiority of one race over another is taught
It’s taught by family and friends
It doesn’t have to be this way
June 3rd, 2020
What is the color of injustice?
It’s midnight black
And like the darkness of the moonless night
It wraps itself around you and starts squeezing
Injustice like a black cloth blindfolds you
And wrapped around your mouth, silences you
Injustice like a rope
Ties your hands behind your back and restricts you
Injustice is the thief that steals the light
Temporarily
But the darkness of injustice
Will give way to dawn
That day will come
November 2019
Natasha and I are sitting side by side
Talking about organizing the storage space in our house
Growing an indoor herb garden
And cleaning out parts of her room
She is very talkative and not on her phone
And we are chatting it up
But you wouldn’t want to see us now
Or take our photograph
We are sitting side by side in the hair salon
With color on our hair
She is going from brown to black
And I’m going from black to brown
The grass is always greener on the other side
January 24th, 2019
Wouldn’t if be easier if life
Were black and white
Something was either right or wrong
But life’s not like that
And things come in all shades of grey
And what is one to do
How is one to behave?
Does is depend on the shade of grey?
Or is grey moving into the territory of black
And we kid our selves?
The life’s questions are many
And the answers sometimes are illusive
Perhaps the passage of time
Will shed some light
On the dark recesses of life
February 27th, 2018
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