"Everyone is black and blue."
I am black and blue.
The bruises on my skin come from you. The scars on my back from your whip and the stains on my wrist from your shackles.
For I am, black and blue
But only one comes from you.I am black.
I bare the skin that has fostered humanity—every race deriving from me.
I bare the skin that has been adorned in silver and gold since the beginning of days.
The skin that withstood the test of time.
See, I favor my ancestors.
My eyes fiery like Nat Turner,
My voice staggering like Sojourner,
My nose wide like Garvey.
Is that why you hate me?
I come from greats but you come from thieves. I'm black...but I'm filled blue.I am blue.
Solace fills my soul.
I weep as I reap what you sowed.
The hate that you gave caused this.
This is pain.
My people are bruised.
Black and blue.
But blue, because of you.
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