Colourism of the Black Woman
Born from slaved backbones of our forefathers and mothers
We have risen, Liberated, freed from encroachment
Apprised through noble heritage, an abundance of history
Mother Africa gave birth, infused life,
rocked the Cradle to all humanity.
Kidnapped for trade of ivory, diamonds, and gold
ancestor’s identities stolen, flogged savagely, and sold
Incarcerated in chains of hate, taken away from the motherland
Violated, stripped and slogged, shipped off to other lands.
Now we discriminate amongst ourselves, hate ourselves, forgot ourselves with colourism and ethnic divide
I’m Black, not black I’m Brown, I’m Redskin, no I’m Lightskin…
Does it matter? I’m tired.
Is it not the Kingdom of Africa, from which we all became?
Enlighten me here, trace our lineage back
Historically, Are we not the same?
Black woman our DNA is welded from the racial suffering of slaved Black women before us
oppression of our own black identity by skin tone does nothing to empower our culture.
Every single one of us like our history of aristocracy
abundantly rich tones of black, browns and golds,
radiant hues of melanin
A creation so exquisite, there’s no denying, we’re phenomenal beings
We are the Aurelian Of Mother Africa — Nubian queens
we shine, we glow, we bling.
Let’s stand together united
empowered through the spectrum of our BLACKSKIN!
Written by Kiki Ray
Copyright © Sophia Williams | Year Posted 2022
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