Create a White Soil, It Is Worth the Toil
I am black,
you are
white... of
course,
my blood
is red,
what
colour is
yours?
I am an
African,
you are an
American,
The Sun is
my skin,
why do
you tan?
'I am
white, you
are black',
well said!
I have one
head, have
you got
dash head?
Oh you are
well read,
you swim
in books,
where
comest
these
clowns
and
crooks?
I am black,
you are a
Briton,
that's right,
you can
read and
write, see
that light?
You have
two hands
and one
high heart,
why crave
this awful,
ancient
African art?
I am black,
I have this
simple
sack,
Hey
whiteman,
I know
you do not
lack,
I live in a
hut, right
on a
humble hill,
I see those
misiles in
your
power mill.
I am black
you are
white,
that's
wow!
You did
not create
that
colour...why
cow?
You call me
a monkey,
I eat sweet
bananas,
You seem
like a racist
with
lustuous
lacunas.
I am black,
yet in my
eyes I see
the stars,
from that
white
skies you
see but
scars...
You are so
different,
why do
you lament,
I am
indifferent,
you sound
like...
accident!
I am black,
but you
are in a
black list,
You seem
to be a
terrorist,
yes a racist!
You will
one day go
down in a
black soil
or create a
white soil,
it is worth
the toil!
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2012
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