When I first saw light
I saw my skin color also
Black
With pride I glowed
I flowed
With Life's rhythm
In Whites and reds
I made my living
When I fed on worms
At night,
With ratio 0 0 1
You know
And I know
I didn't as much make a whimper
When war came
And lives were lost
Crops got burnt
Women raped
Sons buried alive
I looked upward only
I said prayers for my dear life
When Life happened
With earth quaking slow
And tornadoes taking some
I called it fate
I said
What will be
For sure will be
When floods washed us away
When it displaced many
When we slept on the grunge
And rain and sunshine
Were at their peak
I never
You saw, I never questioned your place
When dogs licked our wounds
And flies shared our scraps
You never did me bad Lord
I didn't feel the slightest pain
Now the white man comes
With hope in his hands
Why do you threaten me so?
Why am I down with Malaria?
**************************************this was written as a translation of the pains of others through words. For all displaced persons, victim of circumstance. I pray the good Lord stays your hope and shield.
Love
Motolani.
YOU ARE READING
B.L.A.C.K
PoetryBeing Black is the freedom to the live in the skin I was made in. its the reason I live. they're poems and spoken words. enjoy!
