Black

A Poem by Yasmin_small

Being black is to know amapiano, kwaito, gqom and vosho
It's to wake up in the morning and go clean the yard with umakhelwane next to you and the kids flying their kites in the autumn's wind
It's to know know how it's like to make a car with an empty Handy Andy bottle and play with friends while umama is cooking pap and chicken
Patiently waiting for Sunday for the seven colors
It's to play mogusha le diketo while your big brother is outside being a skhotane and throwing custard on the floor
It's to have respect for our elders , instead of saying "Hi" we say "Dumela mogolo"
It's to listen to the stories of our grandparents with patience as they tell us about their struggles....
Being black is not a crime but a blessing
It's to know gore you must always be grateful for what you have
It's to know how much family matters ......
But as I sit and write this.. it pains me to see all the fake hair and bleached skin
It saddens me to see how much black girls don't know their value and beauty
It's sad how we try to be something that we not
We so blinded that we can't see the bounties set infront of us...
Why do we need all those , when we have unique afro hair
Spiced with curves and a well shaped butt
With some extra melanin and beautiful white eyes ...
We got the package
We just need to be grateful.