I felt led to share this piece of poetry that I composed a couple of months ago.
Black
Doubly conscious
Conflicting, resisting, assimilating
Emotional fluctuations occur constantly
Enslaved
Doubly conscious
Conflicting, resisting, assimilating
Emotional fluctuations occur constantly
Enslaved
Still…
Mahogany
beauty is all I see
The creative flair of Divine genius
Exhibiting chromatic diversity
Undeniable artistry with us
The creative flair of Divine genius
Exhibiting chromatic diversity
Undeniable artistry with us
Yet…
They
view my complexion as inferior
And
incessantly insinuate menace
Does
my very being inspire terror?
Are
my people fulfilling holy penance?
No…
Perhaps
the problem is not real but feigned
Intentional
miseducation prevails
Social
stratification denies means
Ensuring
generations filled with tails
They
dress the wounds of my people passively
“Peace,
peace” they say when there can be no peace.
© Brooke Taylor 2014
