By
Oki Kehinde Julius
WE ARE NOT BLACK
In heaven’s cradle, creation potter painted Our clay with the gloss of black,
Moulding us into the shape of fame, reflecting the transparency of beauty through Our complexion.
We were crafted from the beautiful stone, that birth Lucifer the mysterious Morning Star,
With Our appearance, standing as the significance and representation of God’s statue image on earth.
In mentallity and creativity, Africans are not black,
Complexion only cheated us, masquerading our skin with the coat that is dark.
Tales of “Black Monkeys” name that pierced Our beauty with dagger of uncertainty,
Must henceforth be blunted with this knotty appraise that “Black Is Beautiful”.
Education had been swinging its legacy for ages on the orbit of Africa.
Religion and cultural heritage was her empire’s breath, even before oxygen was discovered.
Her womb conveys great Men and Women of potentials and diversity,
Whose footprints do not leave the mother earth, without engraving on it the symbol of impact and existence.
African colour, should never be the reason why We should be associated with black,
For pointed nose White Men skin, are not truly white as snow.
Do not regard black African as a devil incanate, because Satan put on black coat,
For white Men too are not saints, because God of purity put on white fettled cassock.
Must we threaten ourselves as an original inferior?
To white Men, who can’t survive without Our mineral resources and oil.
Our endowed soil flows petroleum, bitumen all along with gold.
With banana nuturing groundnut, cocoa and tobacco.
Africa empires are not black,
They are like a bitter kola, whose outside is black and inside is white.
Never regard us as a monkey, for we do not beg banana from you,
We are the beautiful black creature, whose integrity is not black.
(Winning Poem, CBPC 002 contest).
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