In the Colour of My Skin - 1838-1917
You mock me
at your dinner table
higher up the food chain
call me bad names
with your filthy mouth
ride your prancing horse
and whip me
like your slave boy
when colony sugar burning
because you brought me
to make flourish your plantation
then take my woman
as you please
with your whore-mongering angst
in her womb
while I tug and sweat
loading punts with sugar cane
but just you never forget
you cannot change
this colour of my skin
like I can change yours
it is my indentured heart you fear
that will rise in this diaspora
turning pages of history
creating new chapters
gathering storm
just you never forget
just you never forget !!!
Copyright © Leonard Dabydeen | Year Posted 2017
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