I wonder why the whites call me black
and illicit
Draws tattoos with black ink with a
receipt
Faltering on dark alters of separate
deceit
For a colour rather than an attribute to
this daft dim wit
A chance to frustrate intellectual
capacity
Names and colours are lounged as
identities
Is colour worth? Is racism a levity?
Or a crime to be opposed to nativity!
How do I shoulder this blame for the
younger generation?
How would I explain to the younger
brethren?
That colour is now a crime! Thrown
fruits are not beaten?
This makes words feel they were never
written
Should I cower in fear? Or be ashamed of
my colour?
Shall I flaunt it like gold in the
auburn?
Sending this message to every racial
ribbon
That if black was not good, tattoos will
be white and impugn
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