Best Dark Skinned Poems

In our Asian-cum-Eastern land
No one prefers or admires
the dark-skinned or tanned

Gosh, as if the fair-skinned alone
belonged to the so-called fairer sex
And here, 'black is beauty'...

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Dark Skinned Lady. the ever poised legendary beauty, granary of compassion & culture whose stunning reign sparkles the night.

Dark Skinned Lady. comandress of matriotic forces,...

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Turned and tossed like toys
Riding the mighty waves
Their master does what he wilt
To them his humble slaves

Rudely he flings their boats asunder
But calm can be...

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I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,
I have heard the tales of horror, from my dark skinned foes.
I have heard...

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My name is Devi, a foolish name really for it means Angel, and I certainly am not. The city of Phnom Penh had been our...

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Life is a dangerous struggle 
Full of inconsistencies, challenges and pains
Life is not fair even to the fair skinned 
The dark skinned are not faring...

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...And of course who can forget all the
black-on-black we see every day?
More people are killed by such violence
then cops could ever dare take away.
Take all...

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Each morning of my workweek, I board the E Street Bus
I see familiar faces, there are a lot of us
But if I look closer, I...

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The Atheist believes in Rationality
   He mocks all religious emotionality

Calls it the opiate of the masses, pie-in-the-sky
   The snake oil of...

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I am Africa, the cradle of mankind,
Where ancient footprints in the sands of time entwined,
The birthplace of humanity, divinely designed,
In my esteemed valleys, where life...

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Unlike Martin Luther King Junior 
I am not a black man
but I also have a dream 
I also dream about equality
 
the love of a...

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I heard the owl call my name,
like a backbeat in a child's voice,
etched in shadows of a father's grave,

lonely echoes on a frosted night...

at dawn...

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THE BLACKER THE BERRY..

Misconception dims the path that leads her brown Clay
To shallow waters where she can never float like a butterfly but always stings...

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Life 
Arabic Poem by: Riyadh Al-Ghareeb*
 Translated into English by: 
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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It was not his idea 
He did not wave to the...

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Some days I wake up 
Brush my teeth with anxiety 
And braid my hair with pain
There are days I chafe at my dark skin
As insults...

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