Bold, black and beautiful creatures being displayed as items in a grocery store,
Bar-coded and lined up, their manufacturer must be confused, because they are worth
so much more than their face value.
Scientific Profile? Beautiful, strong, intelligent blackness that stands tall
Negroid Type? Skin as smooth as butter, warm chocolate, caramel, or kettle black
Crinkle, kinky, curled or straight. An anthropological debate?
Your research and talk will always find the same thing.
You degrade, abuse, and singe.
From here I saw what happened and I fringed, for bold lashes of the whip,
Constant whaling and pained cries, tears that drip,
Blood coupled with salt stung the wounds that were lain,
As he lay in fear, unmovable, paralyzed from the pain.
Through all the beatings, lashes, while we crawled
We still stand firm, and prevail through it all.
So as you will find we are not “the spitting image of evil,”
But an image you once tried to destroy,
An image you so desperately try to duplicate,
This blackness will illuminate,
Through generations of pained isolation and confinement
This” breathes of fresh air on a hot summer day,
Beautiful sunshine peeking from the clouds after the rain,”
Bold, black, beautiful creatures can never be copyrighted.
You can never truly measure the value of a color, black
Its mass is unknown, and unlimited
You can guess, but you may never be definite
So as for
From here I saw what happened I cried,
I was reminded of our strength and how we survived,
No longer do tears pierce my cheeks,
Out from the tears a smile peeks.