Black Skin is Not A disease

Sakwa Franc

On the six strings of musical guitar

A song has been heard, harps have been played

Great minds have discussed, smart ears have listened

Lips with wisdom have spoken , mics have maginified this song

I can change my language but not my skin , I was born black

 

Black Skin is not a disease not a cloth that I can change

My ancestors were black our soils are black so I am black

My DNA is black only red blood runs in my black Skin

Why hate me when love knows no any boundary

I didn't choose this skin it's a great gift from the Maker

 

I know my origin you should know yours

If today we were all to go home

On the gates of entrance and in the land of hope

Yes, Garden of Eden is our origin

Why hate me when we have same origin

 

A wound in my black Skin continues to fester

All antidotes of racism are spent

A black Skin is now a disease on the white lips

My skin is my judge on the table of civilizations 

All my ideas are rejected 

 

A mind that can't think it's still in darkness

With black Skin you will know a man am supposed to be

My people cry they have believed a lie of unworthiness

A black man should have filters in his ears 

White injections have been made to rob us our identity

 

Light is still shining 

I can change my tune with vocals but not my skin

In the mind of Great Architect I existed as Black 

A black ink drew my identity on black land 

Let no one cause me trouble.

 

  • Author: Francis (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 6th, 2023 05:22
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  • L. B. Mek

    onwards the fight, continues
    one Gwendolyn Brooks
    one Maya Angelou
    one Nikki Giovanni
    ONE! Nontsizi Mgqwetho
    at a time:
    'My people, we’re stabbing Africa,
    we kill our own through betrayal:
    we court celebrity status,
    honours for killing Africa.

    When we trade our own people to whites for profit
    we inflict a deep wound on Africa.
    I’m not one to shy from saying so:
    your public behaviour bears eloquent witness.

    Oh dear! Dear, oh dear! The shame and disgrace of it!
    We wither and perish for lack of a healer
    and Africa’s forelegs sink deep in the quagmire:
    we repeatedly stab her year in and year out.

    Congress and all the successes we strained over,
    education and all that we strove to achieve—
    as we idly bicker we’re left in the dust
    and Africa slips through our fingers forever.'
    (from 'We're stabbing Africa'
    by Nontsizi Mgqwetho)

    • Sakwa Franc

      Thanks so much dear Poet L. B Mek

    • cerry

      THIS POEMMMMMMMM!!!!! sir your peom is so goodddd i can't find the words to describe it. Man black people know the vibes!!!!! everything u said in this poem is something we as black people all relate to so thank you!!!

      • Sakwa Franc

        Thanks so much Cerry
        One day Sons and Daughters of Africa will arise to shine
        No more betrayal
        No more killings

        • cerry

          AMENNNNNNNN

        • Christina8

          I think your poem was magnificent and my husband is black and I am white. Even being in a rural area I can see sometimes people who don't know him treat us differently. One sweet day, the color of our skin won't matter anymore. We are all brothers and sisters. Thanks for sharing!

          • Sakwa Franc

            Wow! Thanks for your reply dear Christina8
            God beautify His creation by painting it with different colours which all of them are good whether black or white or yellow

          • Eileen Clark

            Hi, this is a great piece of writing. You said all the right things in a very kind way, thanks for sharing. 🙂

            • Sakwa Franc

              Thanks so much Eileen for your time

            • 2781

              Judge me by my color, judge me by my skin? Don't you know we're all the same. Scattered in the wind.

            • Chris Duffy

              Fantastic message about being proud of you and your heritage and ethnicity . Liked it a lot .

              • Sakwa Franc

                Sir, Thanks so much



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