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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

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