Dark brown eyes blink
against endless tears that
carve rivers down rounded cheeks.
Okkk
Salty seas that border mountainous
nostrils and crash into
the curvatures of plump lips.
They ain’t gone stop
‘til our skin melt off.
Nappy, curly, kinky, twisted roots
that grow defiantly
in every direction.
Glorious locks that cascade
down backs and interlaced braids
that crown heads in glory.
They ain’t gone stop
‘til our skin melt off.
Beautiful blackened hues give way
to bronzed browns; honeysuckle sweet,
royal cloaks that clothe heirs in dignity.
The melting pot of America
that promises a land without woes
but alas, there is only hysteria
for those that refuse the status quo.
Pressed down into a foreign culture
silver spoons beat our heads,
our value torn apart by vultures
did’ja hear what grandmother said?
They will not stop until our melanin is melted off.
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