BLACK IS MAGIC

Black is magic

The hour came
for the beholder to glimpse at
my skin
Black as pitch i came into this world
I portrayed the nest of the dark continent
born from the african womb
Coiled to the African tribe
maybe the walls of the uterus
were lubricated with coal
to why maybe i am this dark
or maybe alas night time struck the fallopian tubes
ere fertilization couldn't have been any better in the dim
maybe just perhaps
I would have atleast been born white or coloured if the lights ere
turned on
night time ruled my path for many and many a year,
sparkled by a wrinkled weeze
I urge you see past my skin
melanin is dripping
Can you see melanin
without my skin !
as
If chlorophyll was any better than thee Melanin please !
why not we human beings been
green rather black !
the slick questions asked
while the other one yerns back at my melanin
i live in a world
dominated by black shoes
suit and tie around my modules
but in my heart tears of shame and discrimination disconnects every good thoughts i gather for my own self-esteem,
Black is not an oblivion neither an illusion black is luck
Black is the pictures we paint to describe natures beauty
Call me crazy
black are the daughters proud of who they are
not a symbol of shame
black is the mirror displaying wealth and fortune
reminiscent brightly Goldy like bulbs are meant to shine and look best beautiful in dark rooms..not so !
stars are merely seen at night not so !
when you go to bed before you close your eyes you see the moon
glowing and beguiling the skies from your bedroom Window not so!!!
black is magic it gives us the night
whimsical for rest and fervent dreams in our immortal state .
Yes
Black is magic
It has taught me the value of culture and how i can relate to
beauty's existence
its swings like the pendulum so watch out for the ebony bird patched with beautiful black feathers to kiss your cheeks at bed time
or the black rooster clocking your good mornings at five
And the dark raven delievering your daily mails -isnt this all
Magic
Dear you are born black and beautiful
Make it shine for the whole world to see its magic ..
magic is you being proud of mother Africa and availing its prime
step up never be deprived by the color of your skin .
Dont you know there is power underneath it 
the power lies in you believing you were designed for a purpose
and that is magic..

Peace

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