The skin I am in!

I started writing poetry over 40 years ago. This is a poem I wrote in the late 1990’s. It was a song first. I revised it after reading the novel called “The skin I’m in” by Sharon G. Flake. This is a power spoken word piece! I do not know if it has the same depth if read with out proper tone, cadence and pitch??? Let me know!

Born—The skin I am in

My tone
Far from ebony
A throwback
Red bone
Green eyes
Not a clone
Completely separated
From my home

On my continent
Impossible
Sun blazing year round
Too tropical
Master raping
Unstoppable
So I am bronze
Without the topical

So I served in the house
Not the field
Cause my mother
Had that sex appeal
Married was my father, well my owner
But for my mothers affection he didn’t yield
So maybe I learned to read and write
Generations later and my skin still can’t heal

This Negro
Whose hero
Was changed and rearranged
To deceive slaves
And Blacks
Like Greek myths
His Story
Is not the
Real story
Just oppression
Great depression
White Jesus
Slave’s masters obsession

Melting in the pot
So hot
Mixing can’t stop
Negro, Nigger, black, colored
When is this ignorance going to stop?
I am a black man
Roots embedded African
Born an American
So that what I am
A North American
Living on stolen land
And
The world isn’t flat
Try taking me back
To when my skin was black

I hope you enjoyed this poem.

Your Friend
Wakime