The Bleach
They label me black
But that’s inaccurate
I’m just different shades of brown.
I’m looked at with disdain
Yet I’m the original creation
Version 1.0
Made for the harsh terrible world
Out of love and foresight
Not pale, Not discoloured
Not burnt by the rays of a star on a bright sunny day
Yet I’m inferior
I’m natural, naturally natural
Then turn I to my sister
Now discoloured and smelly when her pores open
All in the pursuit of pinkness
Ignorant of the fact no one is white
I collapsed at the sight of my brother
Following those same destructive unsensible steps too.
Copyright © Bernard Konde Binanii | Year Posted 2020
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