Blackness
My dark skin, my thick lips, what are they so afraid of?
My broad nose and nappy hair, things they teach to be ashamed of.
My strength as a man, so they hunt to cage and deny freedom.
My hands creations, hidden, to create a history of no inventions.
My knowledge, they give false information, to void wisdom.
My leadership, weakened by the division of my women, my children.
My image, tarnished by orchestrated media depictions.
My culture, my origin, stolen from my future through past invasions.
My life, always a threat, orders to eliminate without reasons.
My people, who else could endure so many evils?
My God, my greatness, my blackness, is why their so fearful.
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