Because I’m Black

Why do you stare at me from way over there
With such fear as if I’m about to attack
Have I misconstrued
Or is it because I’m black?

Why do you look at me with such foreign eyes
As if blind to another human being
Have you adjudged my skin to be riddled with sin
Because its rich and full of melanin?

Why do you speak words at me with such vulgarity
As if Im myth of nightmares manifest
Do you feel entitled or superior
What makes you think that I am less?

Why do you address me with such sadness
As if you feel a sense of pity
Is it misrepresentations on the tv
Have you been misled
Miseducated about my history?

Don’t you know that I’m from Kings Queens and scholars
Builders of advanced civilisations?
So when you next stare
Please be aware with unmistakable realisation of the truth
I love the skin I’m in
I am simply beautiful

Mirrors

Perched
I gaze into a depthless mirror
An inquisitive seeker of the truth
The burning essence of nag champa fills the room as contemplation expeditiously descends upon me
Incensed
I stand erect to face the ego to find him staring back at me
Gawking with his iron fisted judgements
He is so self absorbed
An arrogant fool
Wanting me so far removed from myself
I stiffen at the thought that his master plan is to annihilate me in his quest for adulation
I’m left with thoughts tumultuous as I stare back at him with his ink scrawled instructions upon his commanding chest
Today there will be no fleeting glance
I have reached the threshold
I will sober him from his intoxication of idiocy
With all the sinews of my heart
I will strip away his accumulation of lies until it is dust
Melting away his wax impression
Burnishing my blemished soul
Till it is left raw and unedited
Till I’m in unity with what I see
Pleasing and esteemed
In the mirror
Free
My true reflection
In the image of that who created me

The Dark

I smell the sweet-scented dewfall
As I bask in the gentleness of your ambrosial caress
Tingling with a frenzied sensation
A return to a transcendental elation
I aught to stay here completely immersed
Blossoming in the deep bed of your rich soil
But….
Dusk will be upon us soon and darkness shall befall me
I will be without light or warmth…
Incapable
Becoming a clumsy and fumbling fool
Stuttering…
Lingering in the eerie shadows of an illusion
I shall weep repeatedly
Haunted by the undesirable memoirs that stalk me
Desperately praying for the sun’s return with deep vehemence
But…
Again I’m back in the clasp of your caress
Reminded in you that the stars are always there
So I release my obfuscous fear
Knowing when the night falls
I will see you at your best