The colour of my skin isn’t black
And yet the the title given to my race is “Black”
Therefore whatever negativity that the colour black representsis automatically what I am
I am evil
I am darkness
I am death
I didn’t choose to be called black
But I have to wear that title like a crown and be proud of it because
I am bold
I am strong
I am powerful
The colour of my skin isn’t black
But I was called black so I could be put in chains
I created wealth for others before I knew I how to create wealth for myself
I was taught to call myself ugly before I knew what ugly ment
I was told to be ashamed of being black…
But I didn’t choose to be called black
I was given this title
I took the title black and made it a movement
I took the title black and made it who I am
I took the title black and made it the greatest title ever to be received by humankind
The colour of my skin is brown
I am different shades of brown
The same brown as the earth
I am the most precious product of the earth
In this brown skin you find precious stones that represent my strength
In this brown skinned body rivers flow to the rhythm of my hips
In this brown skinned being wealth is created
The colour of my skin is brown
And yet the title given to my race is “Black”
Black is beautiful
Black is authoritative
Black is sophisticated
They thought by calling black would break me but they have made me more powerful than ever
The colour of my skin is brown and I am proud to be called black