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"I Hate Being Black" |
Note
from the writer: This is a 70-line observation written to express raw emotions.
Read and decide if you identify with the views shared.
"I
Hate Being Black!"
Is
that your refrain?
So
what?
You
hate your colour?
Did
you choose this colour?
Why
hate what you had no choice over?
And
why despise what you can't change?
Would
you bleach till you become a pale white image?
Or
a sorry impression of a Michael Jackson?
Yes,
black is disdained in the world;
Fair
is the standard.
See
how our people fall over themselves around white people.
Oh!
What a shame!
But
who created this sorry state of affairs?
Our
people?
God?
But
Lord, why did you make some people black and others white?
And
why did our people buy into an inferior mentality?
See
how they show us on screen:
Emaciated
bodies,
Distended
stomachs,
Flies
all over,
Drinking
from dirty rivers.
Yes,
they even call us a Dark Continent.
Are
we that hopeless?
Or
we signed off our own story of shame?
And
today our women are not comfortable in their skin;
And
our men must go far and slave:
Wiping
floors and behinds to make a living.
And
our leaders live in luxury,
While
the masses feed on poverty.
And
why do our treasures leave our shores?
Gold,
silver, timber, bauxite, you name it...
Lord,
you gave us abundant natural resources,
But
why not the brains to feed ourselves?
And
why must we import what we can produce?
Oh!
Why did you leave us in this state?
To
learn to complain and still do nothing.
And
why have I also caught the complaining bug?
And
here we do nothing to change our fortunes?
Lord,
we say we have embraced you;
But
we've mixed your Word with our traditions.
And
so we don't see results.
Dwelling
in a land full of lazy bones,
Comfortable
with little.
Perhaps,
that's why you hate being black,
But
you shall remain black.
I
too shall remain black,
Because
that is who we are.
Our
colour will never change.
Now,
what must we do?
Take
a journey of mental change,
And
someday, we shall see the light.
We
feel our people are cursed,
But,
are curses not to be broken?
So
this curse must be broken.
For
all hope is not lost.
Though
our land may not soon change,
Our
ways must quickly change.
But
you, stop hating your colour,
For
what a person hates today,
They
may soon grow to love.
Recant
your "I hate being black" sentiment,
And
be now proud to be black.
Yes,
start loving your colour,
And
stand defiant to your detractors.
Black
is God's gift to you.
Black
is what you are;
And
black is what I am,
And black we'll always be!
Look
out for my next piece Dreaming of Two Heavens: Africa & The Unseen.
I
shall return with my talking drums.
Angelina K. Morrison is interested in national development, true religion, and self-improvement. She enjoys thinking, and writes stories only when the muse grips her. Her first short story, Gravellatina is a breathtaking five-part series available now at Amazon. You can email her at angelinakm75@gmail.com, or find her at www.angelinakmorrison.blogspot.com or Facebook page.
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