- Aug 14, 2004
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This poem was sweet, though it wasn't talkin to me. It's funny, I was born light, and then I got tanned so much, Im about an ebony brown color now.
Anyway, in light of the poem, that's not a pun, I think there is a group for every shade, from the lemon skin, to the plum flavored, who seem to feel down for their colors. Usually it is in terms of the people around them and their opinions. But we all fit into the legacy of the Afro-American race. What do we title our race? I don't like the word black sometimes, because it's too void, and our shades illuminate our culture, and compliments our offspring. So more power to this poem, and more power to ALL shades of the black man and woman. I know i wouldn't trade the skin color for anything.
keep the flow goin.
Anyway, in light of the poem, that's not a pun, I think there is a group for every shade, from the lemon skin, to the plum flavored, who seem to feel down for their colors. Usually it is in terms of the people around them and their opinions. But we all fit into the legacy of the Afro-American race. What do we title our race? I don't like the word black sometimes, because it's too void, and our shades illuminate our culture, and compliments our offspring. So more power to this poem, and more power to ALL shades of the black man and woman. I know i wouldn't trade the skin color for anything.
keep the flow goin.