Love in Both Spectrums

Black seeds, black trees, and even blacker roots. Who knew that having melanin would leave you labeled as forbidden fruit, the intoxicating nectar of life enriched in the leaves of your tree, when looking at yourself what do you see? Those repetitive rhythmic vibrations that shutter the pavement every time you walk right down to the mellow tone that soothes the ears as you talk, the history enriched hair that drapes your vibrant colored flesh, wrapped in scars, smothered in strength, oh melanated one, how did you forget? To breathe, to see, to live, to be? Every time you step outside the sun and your skin make love, the trees wave to you, the birds sing for you, even the sky honors you.