This poem opens the story of my black skin. It’s a story of sorrow, hardships, slavery and thousands of years of slavery, racism and pain.
Poem: My Black skin
My black skin
Holds no hate
Only tears
Under the fabric of melanin
Forever persecuted
For the simple reason of its blackness
Yet, this blackness
Does not hold darkness
Or powerful spells of black magic
This blackness
Does not hide hatred
Only scars
From thousands of years of slavery
Many years of colonialism and apartheid
And many more years of racism
This blackness
Soot from ancient volcanoes
On the Serengeti plains
Mud from riverbeds
Of the great African rivers
Medicine from the black coat
Of beetles and pumas
This blackness
A sacred ancient art
On the walls of ancient caves
A canvas of broken tears
Smeared on the blackboard of life
Poems
Oozing with black light
This blackness
Is not a wall
To paste your hatred
To pour your acid
To be mutilated
This blackness
A rare canvas
To hold
To paint the stars
See the path of light
This blackness
A well
Full of hope
Compassion
And forgiveness
This blackness
Is not savagery
This blackness
Symbol of the spirit of Africa
©
Kenneth Maswabi
(13-06-2020)
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