Black Poetry : Ode to my Black Skin.

[Carolyne]

Carolyne ... Welcome Welcome Welcome ...

Your poetry, your black skin, your every thing ... is beautiful.

Thank you for joining and sharing with us!

Please make yourself right at home!

Much Love and Peace.



Destee

Hello, Queen I appreciate the welcome! Bless you.

 

[Carolyne]

Big props for caring and sharing this post with all of us here too!

Thank you for appreciating.

 

[Carolyne]

Big props for caring and sharing this post with all of us here too!

Nice to meet you too.
For some reason, i have failed to reply to your message.
I am still new here and i don't know how it works.
Regards to you.

 

[Al D]

I am the darker sister with the smooth
chocolate complexion; the tinted shade
competing with the night.
I am trapped in a disadvantage: strolling
the quiet streets with my head lowered
to the ground- with fear smudged on
my thick melanin.
Convicted to a life sentence of constant
worry because of the color of my skin.
Living with questions never to be asked.
Marginalized and subjected to all forms
of racial profiling, baseless stereotypes
and injustices in a failing system.

My mind is a civil war that never ends.
My mind is overpopulated by remorse,
incarcerated by painful images of my
deceased sisters and brothers now
reduced to just hashtags and statistics
of yet another black man/woman
killed by the police.

I am the vintage black mother wearing
the faces of Angela Davis and Rosa Parks,
reciting a woeful dirge, chanting the eulogies
of my ancestors in the language of Harriet
Tubman, Sojourner truth and Maria Stewart.
I mourn the loss of humanity and constantly
drowning in a cesspool of tears for my
children with pain etched on my face and
worry wrinkling my brow each time they go
out because I am afraid that they may be shot
at or worse, killed.

I am the mourning dove in the fields lamenting
my lost husband and all the strong black men
and women who were violently beaten into
submission with convicting confessions,
brutalized and annihilated because the color
of their skin somehow made them look like
dangerous criminals or thugs.

I am the 21st Century tired, angry black woman
matching through the streets in search of justice,
protesting the unfair treatment of my race.
I wear this black skin with pride; unapologetic to
ignorant racists, hate and all forms of injustice
filtrating society.

My black skin is gold, magic, artistic, poetic
and embroidered with a rich history that
flows through the plains of mother, Africa.
I wear the crown of my ancestors passed
down through generations like a Queen.
Resilient, a warrior with an undefiable spirit.

My black skin doesn’t represent evil.
My black skin doesn’t implicate that i am
a thug or a dangerous criminal.
My black skin doesn’t mean that i should be
mistreated, degraded, discriminated against
or treated different from the rest.

I am just a black woman roaming through
your conscience, haunting you every night
with my cries of justice!
I am unapologetically, black and refuse to
be judged or treated unfairly because of the
color of my skin.
I am human with blood flowing through
my veins, just like you.

Yes Sister Carolyne, our skin is a most beautiful, powerful and intoxicating exterior that captures the imagination of all of those who do not wear it. Let there be no doubt in your mind, heart and spirit that it is not the skin they hate, but the mere fact that we have it and they don't. It is a natural tendency for people to hate and lash out when they have the utmost profound appreciation and envy for something so beautiful that they can never have. ( Why do you think they go to such extremes to get darker?) So they attack us and try to make us feel shameful and kill our spirit. Never, ever allow anyone to kill your spirit or break your will. Your poem is beautiful and so are you...Thank you for your words. They shine a light into the inner most part of you, your soul... Head high my sister, head high!!