BLACK IS A COLOUR AND NOT A SIN
The Bewildered Little Being
Was amused, by the slurs from its surrounding
What makes people Love its little friend?
Who looks like as if half baked in a microwave oven?
And what goes wrong when they spot him
They frowned As if he has committed a grave sin?
It didn’t take a galore of time
For the tiny wondering soul to learn
That its only felony was, to be born
With a melanoid-ebony skin tone
It wondered, hadn’t their mothers taught them
That black is just a colour and not a sin?
We all are humans under the sun
With flawless souls and beautiful hearts within?
And then the tiny lips uttered heavy words
“I’ll crack open a book to record this as fact
That some might are born farther from sun
While some are closure to its warmth
The outer layer is white or tanned
That nothing but the amount of melanin
That separates you from me
That something the world must see
That under the derma, there no dividing line is
To discriminate between, we human beings”
I wish we had high definitions lenses
In Our Eyes
To look beyond the human skin tone
That there exists a beautiful heart
Whether the outer layer is
White Or Black