How to be black...rough draft

 

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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