I'm black, and human.
I breath, I'm human.
Human, Not just a colour!
I share, I'm human
I live in accordance with my culture,
No culture is older than being human!
Before we could tell our stories, we lost our voices.
Before we could stand, our legs were broken.
I'm black, not a colour
But a human, don't confuse me.
Before we could listen, our minds were changed.
Before we could see, our sight were taken.
I'm black, not a colour
But a human, don't be mistaken.
©Madinah_Writes
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