Black

My skin is a representation My skin is a representation My black skin is a representation Of condemnation My skin evokes timidity Even me I fear my destiny For this colour always on me It cons me, I'm a king says my brother consciously, **** says the white boy online playing Call OF Duty This colour black has become... Power but for.... me? Nope i wish Black is beamed from a dish to wash your clean mind like a dish Black has become a sales accessory to help us to buy whatever they wish Unused energy Yet intertwined in negativity Negative energy Yoked with levity Since emancipation dancing for a penny fighting adversity Now dancing around with millions new lines of this labels with that Lost for clarity... lost in hilarity Black power has turned into our opposing polarity reclaim the revolution I scream my throat staggers me I slip into a black power dream every so often, n still suddenly I cannot explain exactly as if the past grabs me this time.... under a branch under a branch of a tree white men surrounding... I think three my throat hurts in pain I wake up The man in my dream was not me but part of my family ancestry This poor man I see him i see him i see you brother And so i see me Ropes too tight n he doesn't want to show his hurt within So this Is a scream for him This colour black is so much more than skin It has to be reclaimed somehow Maybe from within Black is my pride Black is my prize my Black makes me grin because its much more than Skin Kirk Jones