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®
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