how to be black : revision

Darkened in the sun

Like dried up raisins

Sun dried our roots

Plucking our knowledge of heritage

Leaving us in ignorance

Pulling us to face our own brothers and sisters force to hate each other over the reflection we see

Prejudice scrapped her gums branding the love of the authentic from the bottom of her tongue

She no longer wants to speak her native language

Because rulers had bruised up her thumbs

Forcing her to live such dreams from America letting her

Hair kill the Guatemalan in her

But it was slaughtering the afro

Of her complexion

Us ebony people abandoned each other

As if we were them cave Negros

Us ebony people have separated when our skin is 1

Us ebony people master the act of speech violence

Scaring the men who carry on our last name; that leads us to the first slaves in America

Our ebony men is running the opposite way from us ebony women

Because he couldn’t use his pride no more

He couldn’t hide the scars that he thought was his face when it was just his skin reminding him how rich his roots were

Ebony my people carry the dysfunction towards our maple complexion

Someone who laments on being a victim of prejudice due to this maple mahogany skin tone

You should be able to embrace the beauty of ebony

Instead of hurting by your hatred.

If my skin is too rich for your ignorance than look the other way & stop trying to slay my heart w/ cowardly & absent minded behavior were all adults here

You can’t handle these big hips even if you were on steroids

Let my skin be the lessons that whoop your ass back to African wisdom

Were Lucy once rose

Let these words lecture your ears so you can envision the first African family that was split apart

Let my words invade your heart and make you fall in love again w/ the queens of all queens

My ebony princesses remember that you’re beautiful

No one can destroy you

But your selves

No queen can fit a king like you do and that our skin makes all of our races identical

No matter how many teeth’s we suck how many times we smack our tongue

We are one, no matter how Puerto Rican or Brazilian that man is

We all began from rich ebony skin

Don’t go back in that cave girl.

You are beautiful

My complex people who the sun belongs to

Fall in love with your reflection

My afro people

My mother

My man


The end



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