WHY AM I A BLACK ?July 4, 2020
WHY AM I A BLACK ?
The replica of my dark smiling skin
Is alone a depiction of high stain
In the word where pain sing.
Its tumultuous sound
Reverberated like a monster’s hoot
And made me down in a boot
Where my colour is traded
For exploitation, in quotation
To white man’s exhortation.
I am but raped in my land !
With band of monetary that stand
In proxy of who I am
And in bereft of my resilience.
Yet, they say black is deformation
Of human race with no formation.
Why am I a black ?