Beauty and the Bleached
The beauty and the freshness we long for
Is no doubt here with us all along
We forget we are made of Black
That Black is the Beauty of our Nation
We forget that the epidermis
Is the shield which protects us
from direct sun rays
Yet we murdered it just to look like the white
With our home-made natural products
Our skin is sure to be pure
Be ger-free and glow like the diamond
it was meant to be
Look around you
and see the beauty within
We are Black
We are Ebony
We are beautyfull
Stop killing yourself.
Be proud of your color
Be Made of Black
Be Black
Think Black
Act Black
Black is the culture
It's our way of life
A writer, Motivator, Entrepreneur, Administrator, Taurus, Hustler, Muslim and a great listener abdulrahmonsodiqolawale@gmail.com I write for peace as i write for lovr
Friday, October 11, 2019
Beauty and the bleach
Dark and black
Black and brown
The skin of the body
The body of the Black
The black tag of Africa
Africa our Race
Here comes civilisation
exposure of the mind
That make us forget our Heritage
The Heritage of the Black
The Black people of Africa
Layer by layer
we murder the epidermis
The outer layer is been massacred
Oh no!! We want to look like the White
The White of the British
The British our idols
We forget that our climates differ
The epidermis gone
Bleached out with the anger to turn white
We thought white is the colour
The color of Beauty
The Beauty we so long for
Unknown to us we are the Walking Dead
Oozing from their chemicals
like abandoned corpses
©kingPen
Dark and black
Black and brown
The skin of the body
The body of the Black
The black tag of Africa
Africa our Race
Here comes civilisation
exposure of the mind
That make us forget our Heritage
The Heritage of the Black
The Black people of Africa
Layer by layer
we murder the epidermis
The outer layer is been massacred
Oh no!! We want to look like the White
The White of the British
The British our idols
We forget that our climates differ
The epidermis gone
Bleached out with the anger to turn white
We thought white is the colour
The color of Beauty
The Beauty we so long for
Unknown to us we are the Walking Dead
Oozing from their chemicals
like abandoned corpses
©kingPen
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