Equator originated breasts,
Lactating towards the north,
Newborns of foreign richness
And warmth in their dark tones ,
They are descendants from the beauty of the earth,
The richness of the soil that bathed their fingertips and spread throughout their restricted bodies spread from generation to generation
From father to son to grandson,
The same wooden ships packed with our brothers and sisters is hereditary
It flows through our family,
Our own identity is a currency we are poverty stricken,
Preconception sicken the cells of originality
We are artists in actuality,
Of our own art
But our canvasses are poisoned by each individuals' sight
Our fight is worth putting on the glasses
for ourselves before we preach to others
We need to stand as brothers and
Let them know
That we own just as much as the white man's glow
