Black is my . . .
Black is my skin
Which you see everyday
Beyond your coffee mug and rancid newspapers
But beyond the flesh
The blood that you and I share
The love, pleasures, pain and fears
What dares you think you are better than I?
Black was the night I was born
Later giving way to day
Where you choose to hate
I choose love in its place
Though the anger burns like a match
I choose instead to walk on by.
Black is my continent
My home habours the superior race
Orisir to the Sphinx
Levees your Socrates couldn’t reach
Yet you dare me with your religion
Your white jesus
Incomparable to my Oranmiyan.
Black is beauty
Ying to your yang
An elephant crushing your fox
News to which I laugh, bemused
Take back your forty acres and a mule
Forever I remain a zulu to your sun and moon.