To the Darkie

True beauty defined by that which is isolated The loathe for that which is natural. An internal abhor, despising her vivacious soulfulness. It is the pigment she is hated for It is the excessive melamine they are repulsed by. The sophisticated ignorance to the elephant in the room. Colorism a global entity, more real than you and me. A liable source of self loathe Colorism has become viral, Colorism has been global since the beginning of time Greater than racism, infiltrating the walls of tribes. We have become colorists. A world paved by yellow. For yellow will forever pay. She shall not become a victim of a cultural appropriateness An intersection so feminist in touch with her melanic beauty. Her revolution has been revised The revolution must be televised A black lily rare close to extinction A blossom in a debris of hate Victimized by the color of skin Rejected by those that look like us It is not that we aren't but it is because we are darker than the night It is because we shall not stand to be rejected for what the Creator created us to be. Black blossoming with beautified pride My revolution is being televised Colorism shall not be the death of a natural darkie Colorism shall be the rise of an extraordinary phenomenon. Colorism is mutable with a unity Breaking barriers of pigment seclusion This revolution will be televised True beauty can never be defied It is not in our pigment But in our inner being Let sophisticated wisdom go viral Let the "Darkie" be televised. Tin-tin®