There is a particular kind of excitement that comes with being black. Could simply be for the fact that we, as a people, are quite triumphant beings, in the sense of defeating the odds that history has continuously placed against us. Even at a time when many of us didn't exist, the foundation was built for us to represent strength. History's shame took it's toll, indeed, stripping us of our assets and our rights as human beings. Shackled from neck, wrist, to feet we were beat horrendously. Yet, we'd bleed with the dignity of knowing that we were never defeated. It is appalling that the shade on the base of ones skin formulated pure hatred amongst men. But being labeled as "different" made me love us even more. The result: Ladies and gents in BLACK skin…emerged from the pits to fully arise again....~(Celebration of Heritage)~
Copyright © 2012 Barbara C. Johnson
I am black
Celebrating the mystery
of the layers of my ethnicity
for every quality defines me to be so
I am radiant
I glow
Like a polished River of Niger gem
for ruby’s never grow dull or dim
I’m a genetic reflection
A generational root developing
Permeating this skins membrane are my ancestors DNA
For, I come in all shades
Pecan,…Coffee Brown,…Butterscotch,… and Purple haze
I am black
Midnight onyx to be exact
Authentic and gifted
Eclectic and centric with an exquisite style to match
In fact, I AM black
Yes, black is EXACTLY what you see
A well structured masterpiece
An ebony filled medley like arts mosaic piece
I’m unique
Like music’s devoted melody
Are you listening?
Can’t you hear me whispering…calling…yelling and chanting
Swart
Nero
Zwart
Noir
Kuro
Kali
Negro
…BLACK…
Copyright © 2011 Barbara C. Johnson 'Train of Thought'
(Musical selection: By 'Fourplay')
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