Black and Blue
You never ask my race my face
Tells a solid story or two
Of a possible relationship to ancestors
An old African truth
You mistake my hair for weave
Or some other mystery
it kinks and curls down my back
It waves in water prompting
The all asked you got Indian in you
Why do I have to be anything other than black and beautiful
Of course my ancestors were raped
My blues come from all kinds of hate
Suffered by my chocolate race
From the men women to babes
No one dares say
My black is blue in all its cool
Images of singing blinging truths
It’s beauty like blue eyes in brown cousin
It’s duty like blue cries and night lovin
You never say you see a queen in me
A queen who survives despite defeat
Of broken dreams broken body
Strong enough to love and still will peace
My black is blue of unknown tribe
Look beyond my hips and their lips that lie
You don’t mind condemning Hitlers kind
But the kkk and police are fine???
My black is blue like the deep sea
The universe created in me
To bring forth life in every shade
You can’t deny me
You can’t wash your face
And wash dna away
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