In the Beginning I was known as ManOnly to be renamed, by my childrenRespect for me they showed, but that was thenOriginally they called me NightThe absorber of lightI Accepted this as a compliment of my beauty, glory and colorSee with nocturnal darkness strength is replenished by the inevitable slumber.Till the hour number reached beyond sevenAnd luminaries shine our region from the heavens. Which brings forth the second day Great grandchildren my heart impaleTrying to ridicule my color, yet they're the ones who are pale.And they say Parents just don't understand?It's your parents who knew the original man.I see you rename yourself European, call me AfricanI though am still just a man.You no longer see me as the beauty of the nightYou only look at me with dread and frightStill you are my kin in my heart…you must have some means to be blessedEven though you cause persecution and stress… Another awakening the third day Long way since creations dawnTribes and nations I've spawnedAfrican, Indian, Asian, EuropeanDifferent hues of skin but all akinSomehow you forgot how it all beganAnd fail to recognize you too are just man.While world expansions advances faster than rifle triggersI am now hated and called N!.g.g.erEnslaved, whipped beaten, Tarred and feathered because of my hueKeep lying to yourself the truth is you're from me. I'm not from you.When you kill, you're Killing your father, and when you rape you'reraping your motherNeed I go any further?I am treated as less than what I amWhat are you if I'm the one called ignorant? Evening rebirth starting of the fourth day Now I'm called darkie and coloredNo longer called N!.g.g.er to my faceSome have adopted Black as a name of a raceBut black is a color not a name of a people.If a name I were to take for myselfIt would not be black or brown, but something which denotes myspiritual wealth.I am a child of the sun I'm of the melanation understandI am that which I call myself, I am a man. Today Dawn begins the fifth day The fifth day two days short of sevenThe rest day of the eternal one in heavenWhat we have seen on this dayCould make men without faith prayTerrorism, wars, in my mind calculatesBeyond the feeling of HateBeyond the feelings of RageMaybe the sixth day will turn the pageOf the book, the chapter of ignorance, of intoleranceTill we reach the seventh day, peace among nation perfection and acceptanceBut right now I see my children drinking ignorance as a shot of rumin a glass jiggerThe name hated, and given in hate now acceptable to refer to onesself as n!.g.g.erNiggorant begets niggorance dyslexic acceptanceIf we can get beyond these days maybe we'll all have a chanceTo once again be called just a manTo be called just a man.To be called a man.