Black is beautiful:
a color stigmatized,
a shade realized,
deep in the depth of my eyes--
pupils dilate when wise
enough to see the style,
passion, love so wild,
of brothers, sisters, child--
people who I love and can show me the way to know the soul of me,
letting go of racist relatives who brainwashed the old me
in order to feel the rhythm of the sea in me.
No. I can't relate.
My skin is white, and
my way has been paved,
but who is to say that I can't repay
the black and brown people who built this country into what it is today?
No more quiet lies
that carry on to pretend we've already equalized
the labels and sins of my fathers and grandmothers
who made black into the "other"
who took from children and mothers.
It's not enough to go from here
and pretend we're all clear.
We need to go back
and we need to hear
the voices (not mine!)
take us back in time
STOP what we're doing and rewind
because reparations are due
and the old ones who hated now know like we do
because they went on and touched the other side
beyond the veil where ALL the Truth hides
and they can see from there
with remorse and real-knowing here and everywhere
that they were wrong.
And black is beautiful.
About the Creator
Lisa Love
Deeply impassioned lifelong writer, Cum Laude Honors in an English Degree from U.C.I, fam with a magi and two starseed babes, love angels, God, Prosperity, Gaia, partnership, and healing the Universe by healing myself.
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