6/9/24.
OLUFADE RIDWAN OLADIPUPO.
BLACK BOY.
Black boy, they call
Segregated from the outer world
-He looks different…
Why not call him black
They claimed.
Black boy, They call
Finding his dreams shackled
On the whelm of they
-He is diabolical and strange…
Why not call him black
They clamored.
Black boy, they call
Diluted in extremely cacophonous falsities
-He is evil..
Why not call him black
They crusaded.
Alas!,Black boy channelled this words in
Living his life thinking he's inferior
Drowning in black mentality
Like they programmed.
But, Black boy forgets;
The world around him is crystal cleared-bright
And not whirring in darkness
Why should he be call black then?
Black boy forgets;
Why has he be compounded
With sun of blazing flare?
Why has winter not approach,
Freezing and sucking the blood outta him?
Why has nature given him best of its kind
than others?
Black boy, forgets;
He is the root of mankind
His skin is not of flesh but armor
Blooming under the radiant sun
His hair is not of strands but of power
Crowning in afro-ly waves,curls and dreads
Black boy forgets;
His skin is his Identity
Which must not be extinguish
Or quench to flame of bleaches.
Black boy awakens;
When he saw he's all what it takes
He saw his land as a place of comfort
He has all to fence being call different
He has all to gate being call diabolical
He has all to trample on being call evil.
Black boy wails;
The clamor on him
Has been libel
For he is not who they claimed he’s
But whom he thinks he is.
