Poem: Proud To Be Black

(1)
Today, I can proudly say that I’m in love,
But, I’m not in love with a woman.
I’m in love with me, the person who I am,
A descendant of an African.

  (2)
Now, I’ve always learnt that Black is beautiful,
And black, is also comely;
The texture of my hair & the colour of my skin
Certainly, reminds me of my ancestry.
  (3)
So, would I consider bleaching my skin?
Just to look like a Caucasian ?
No way! My African image means more to me.
Than being a traitor to accept a white persuasion.
  (4)
And so, the genes I inherited from my forefathers, 
Are embedded in my blood, as an African.
And knowing how resolute & relentless our ancestors were
Gives me that strong sense of gratification.                
     (5)
So, the struggles that our predecessors experienced,
Were critical to set us all free.
Obviously, the whips they endured & the pains they bore
Were done for you and for me.
    (6)
So, let’s chronicle the works & lives of our ancestors
So that these heroes will never be forgotten.
If it were not for their strong disposition

We would still be under white suppression.  

     (7)
Therefore, whenever I am seen wearing my African Dashiki,
It’s a message that I’m sending out loud;
“ Long live the spirits of our ancestors “
Because, we are now ” black, free & proud! “

Chris

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