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BLACK IS MAGIC


Black is magic The hour came for the beholder to glimpse at my skin Black as pitch i came into this world I portrayed the nest of the dark continent born from the african womb Coiled to the African tribe maybe the walls of the uterus were lubricated with coal to why maybe i am this dark or maybe alas night time struck the fallopian tubes ere fertilization couldn't have been any better in the dim maybe just perhaps I would have atleast been born white or coloured if the lights ere turned on night time ruled my path for many and many a year, sparkled by a wrinkled weeze I urge you see past my skin melanin is dripping Can you see melanin without my skin ! as If chlorophyll was any better than thee Melanin please ! why not we human beings been green rather black ! the slick questions asked while the other one yerns back at my melanin i live in a world dominated by black shoes suit and tie around my modules but in my heart tears of shame and discrimination disconnects every good thoughts i gather for my own self-esteem, Black is not an oblivion neither an illusion black is luck Black is the pictures we paint to describe natures beauty Call me crazy black are the daughters proud of who they are not a symbol of shame black is the mirror displaying wealth and fortune reminiscent brightly Goldy like bulbs are meant to shine and look best beautiful in dark rooms..not so ! stars are merely seen at night not so ! when you go to bed before you close your eyes you see the moon glowing and beguiling the skies from your bedroom Window not so!!! black is magic it gives us the night whimsical for rest and fervent dreams in our immortal state . Yes Black is magic It has taught me the value of culture and how i can relate to beauty's existence its swings like the pendulum so watch out for the ebony bird patched with beautiful black feathers to kiss your cheeks at bed time or the black rooster clocking your good mornings at five And the dark raven delievering your daily mails -isnt this all Magic Dear you are born black and beautiful Make it shine for the whole world to see its magic .. magic is you being proud of mother Africa and availing its prime step up never be deprived by the color of your skin . Dont you know there is power underneath it 
the power lies in you believing you were designed for a purpose and that is magic.. Peace
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Chisanga franklin

Son of Jae an offspring of amaranthine fragrances A.K.A the last piece of Edgar Allan Poe

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