My black skin is a poets dictionary
With never ending words of the heart
Words written sinfully
Full of pain and agony
But wouldn't it be better to be on paper
My black skin is the fullness thereof
Which every man admits to dream
about
Which Starbucks stole for the color of
their coffee from
Could have pennies thrown at you at a
bachelor party
But you're not rowdy
Weren't eased ghetto
No where near sassy
My black skin promotes unity of the
motherland
Three hundred years of black history
Twenty five years of black on black
crime
Back to black on amy white houses
rhymes
Black crayons back in time
Graffiti on the wooden desks
They called me black therefore I am.
Black.
