As I walk, I shine
Like a sin,
Like a curse,
Like Melanin
But you know that, of course,
My gracious saviour.
Built me in your likeness but
Do not claim my iniquity,
And like the scars on my back
And the difference in hour,
I should fade
Into the recesses of your society.
But you are not my God.
So I will run, not away, but towards you
And I will plant a Judas kiss
And you will see that:
As I walk, I shine.
Like a sin,
Like a curse,
Like Melanin.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
YOU ARE READING
Dreaming Black Boy; an autobiography
PoetryIn which a millennial black boy discovers the power of his thoughts and the impact of a pen. The consequences thereafter are devastating. A collection of shitty poems and real life experiences narrated from the perspective of a charcoal dreamer.
