Being Black: Black BeingA Poem by SiblingBlackkk Power
They say my dark skin and curly hair
Bear the Curse of Cain. Still, I am the image of GOD - ITs Great Creation. IT created me this way, With ITs Perfect Insight - But they enslaved me because of this, I remain inside the Cage. The Cage of believing in my own inferiority, The cage of criminals, the cage of poverty. As I broke lose from their chains, I became a slave to my own. A slave to vanity, a slave to gold. I chase lavish living as opposed to wealth In free EXISTENCE. My life has lost its true essence - My death is displayed by adolescents Calling each other "n*****s" And their sisters "b*****s". They smile at ignorance but frown upon intellect. In my new life, may I be reincarnated In a world where I will not be discriminated? May I return to a world where my dark Skin and curly hair don't matter? Where my counterparts come gather with me, Until we aren't distinguished by color... Until then, I gain power and say out loud : I'm black - and I'm PROUD! © 2014 SiblingAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on September 28, 2013 Last Updated on December 8, 2014 Tags: blackkk power, pride, things AuthorSiblingDurban, KwaZulu Natal, South AfricaAboutMy name is Sibongokuhle Ngcobo. I am an aspiring human being who is vaguely tall, exceedingly dark and occasionally handsome. I believe in good vibrations. Vibe Wimme. more..Writing
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