I am Black
A Multicolored blend
I am my ancestors on my skin
I’ve been blueBlack
I’ve been sunkissed, sunbathed, sunburned, sundrenched
I've been a mirror for the moon Black
Recharged Black
My skin rich
Like my ancestors
I've been beat
I am slavery
And freedom
And resilient
My skin don't bruise
My skin don't show marks
Of its misuse
Like lightskin do
I’ve been light skinned too
Like wheat
Like cotton before it's bleached
Before it was picked by my mother's mother's mother's mother
And I
Hand picked to be Black
Thank God for that
I am Black
A tight fist that wades in patience
I'm Black like patience
Like wait
I told my lover’s hands to wait
But they didn’t
I’m still patient
Like my mother
She stay praying
Like her knees Black from praying
For my cheating daddy and his sins passed down on me
She pray for my Black skin
For me
Waiting
until they get ready
To love my Blue Yellow Red Black Skin
I’ll wait
We too old to still be waiting though
I’m Black patience
I'm Black tired
Tired of waiting but we Black suppose have patience
I am patient
Waiting
for my Black skin to turn white
Like dead people
Like the dead people walking around killing us Black people
Wait
They skin will turn black too
Like dirt
Like Mother Earth
She Black
Like birthing bags
Black women carry secrets in wombs
I make room
For Black to bloom
Like Poinsettias
Like Black Magic Hollyhock
Like that flower that only blooms in the dark
I’m Black
With rights
With permission
With dignity
With poise
With magic
With god-like power
I am God’s daughter
And i
Hand picked to be Black
I thank my Father for that.
Erma BreAnn
