its about the truthfulness of what i feel about my skin color, and how it has hampered my advancement in life. i actually changed the title from my skin, my cross. the new title gets all Africans who feel as i do to really get the message


My continent, my cross


I am black and I am not proud,
I am not afraid to say it, so I shout it out loud,
I am no hypocrite and I know what's true
And one truth I know is there is no pride in black


I am black and it seems an eternal curse,
From ages past we've been afraid to discourse,
The evil of Ham and the repercussion thereafter
The curse instilled and the colour as a mark

I am black and each step I take draws me back,
Impoverished is my nation, corruption has made us dark,
They clamour for injustice from pride and peer pressure,
The race of the cursed, less mortals than beasts

I am black and I've heard so much cries, s
Seem so many tears as my lifetime flies,
Heaven is white and hell is black,
There can't be any other place worse than my land

I am black and that is my mark,
A stigma for life, that can't be hidden under the mask,'
It flows in my blood; it fills up my brain,
Like it was said before me "only death can do us part"




Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
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Written on 2007-03-12 at 14:14

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