A Poem About Blackness

BECAUSE I DON’T ACCEPT THE RULES OF COLORISM

 

Dancing streams of moonbeams

Slip past partially open

Curtains,

Hit tear-stained pillow,

Patting you while

I watch you

Sleep.

Slapped in the face

You felt

When they ingested

Noxious, self-loathing

Pills of dubious privilege,

Then spewed them back at you,

Making you cringe

At the skin you’re in.

Glassy, priceless,

Ebony shelter,

Delicious as it is dark.

Dark like

The Womb that warms

Us all

From Greatest to the Least.

Nine-month lease

Until released into

Bloody white hospitals,

Strangers jostling to

Label us,

Limit us,

Prohibit us.

Dark like the soul

That knows its own worth,

Till told to

Take its place –

A false space –

Pinching a girth

Too expansive to erase.

Dark like

Healthy earth

Nourishing ungrateful,

Hateful parasites

Flourishing while

Teaching

Us

To categorize,

Ostracize,

Euthanize

That Darkness.

Beautiful

As it is elusive.

Confusing to those

Who lack the eyes to see,

The skin to feel

That which Darkness,

In all its forms,

Can do when it’s free.

Rest, little one,

While I whisper

Terms of Truth,

Secret self-names

Fallen

From family tree

Honey Vat

Night Soldier

Onyx Star

Sable Lady

Toasted Queen

Ginger Goddess

Hazel Pride

Drink these signs.

Sing them in your dreams,

Since the Darkness

They

Call cursed

Is Splendor

They

Can’t control.

Let these signs

Flood your insides,

Fill your bones.

Cuz the names

They’ve given us

Are not our Own.

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