What is Black
See, I could have sworn it was
the opposite of white. I’m almost certain
that it is the reason why Emmett Till
isn’t still here. Or
Trayvon Martin’s mother
can no longer see her son.
Wait, I know. It’s
the reason racism and
Jim Crow laws were born.
But when we,
yes, we,
were having our backs whipped
had our babies plucked from our arms
and our families separated to meet
the means of
dividing and conquering,
we were one.
In the face of oppression we
fought. We conspired
and united
to take back that which was stolen.
When we were the target
of hate and violence
we banded together.
We were black
and we were one.
So I want to know
What is up with this lightskin vs. darksin
nonsense?
You sit and complain about
how the “white man” is
keeping you down. The
government can’t seem to give
you a break. The “white man”
is racist right?
Is that same man
forcing you to declare and base
your beauty off of the lack
of darkness
of your skin?
My God why hast thou forsaken me?
Why is it now we’re free
all we seem to do is destroy
one another?
Light skin, dark skin,
caramel skin, mocha skin,
hella dark skin, purple skin,
YOU ARE BLACK
I promise you they
don’t care what shade
you are and
what percent of “mixed”
you are. Dear child
if you are not white,
then you are black to them.
No amount of group rates,
Twitter drama, the
#teamlightskin or
#teamdarkskin shenanigans
will change that.
If we don’t know
what black is and
that it is not merely
reserved for the darker toned
we have already lost the battle.
No matter what skin
tone, no matter what shade
of “lightness” or “darkness”
we are black
and black is beautiful
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