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 !!!