Black child

These words are written for me and my fellow black race. We are more that we think we are; we are more than what they think we are.

We were deep into our darknes that we never saw ourselves,
More confused at night due to this absent suns,
Making sons and daughters upset in their selves,
Let our lines be victimized by gravity,
To reach our pits as we attach strings with consciousness.
I hope our poems can supplement the elevation of our minds to climb and reach the heights of our gravity defiant hair.
Black child, out of this world is inside our heads,
What's within us is more than the volume that our skin carries.
These calories are not what they think it is,
Heavy as we are;
We are a few inches away from the finches,
We just don't know it yet,
For the dishes we eat ourselves in are seen dirty,
Black whales never worthy to digest themselves before spiting themselves out after spliting love from hate,
Never too late to egest the hate we ate and the mental slavery that forever-ovulate.

Within us is light.
Vision.
We see within.
Makes sense why we inhale oxygen then exhale CO2, everything that comes from us will see(C), like O2.
Look at the sky at night,
The dark was once a black man,woman with a perfect skin,
See what comes from his, her belly now?
Bullet holes,
Pain - stars they call beautiful and wish upon,
It all started within us before our inside pain became their gods,
When skies were just dark,
Less knees bent to point gravity.
You are way misuderstood to be a man, a woman.
We men,women know not what we mean.
Women,
The milky way is the journey of our infant lips to your African tits.
Our hearts are burried in this crust we pick up crumbs on,
Volcanoes are only tries of sedating our pain -
Trials we face for living.
Construction companies on our chest,
They clear our throats for us,
Swallowed ourselves, our pride, for digging our golden bones.
We are beings who hang their skin every night in front of the burning sun,
For us to shine here on Earth.
When days are dark,
Most are blind.
Most blink,
But vision is what they lack.
Black child.
Black child.
Black child.
We are precious!
LIGHT,
It's the only thing we can do right.
#Soetry

Author's Note

Thank you for taking your time reading this :)