Today, from the whip of slavery <br /> On my back there is no weal <br />But the legacy, history and old days <br />They gripped my mind, prejudice to feel. <br />Cause I am born and grown black. <br />That is legitimate to think, <br /> Cause back in time I remember, <br />What was done on the cost of Atlantic <br /> Now, I didn’t want to believe <br />The cover of my face the color of my skin <br />Will held people back to know me from within <br />Because I learned to let go <br />And from the shackles of hatred I broke away free <br />Caring for every color, other people as I see <br />Mother Theresa. <br /> <br />In networks of veins beneath our skin <br />I urged myself what is in there to see <br />A gushing red blood is what we all share <br />In the name of color, to hate, then why should we care? <br />Is it not enough, to have a common red color? <br />Entwining vessels form our entire whole <br />We breathe the same air, having same human soul <br />We all are red, under our black and white faces <br />Why so important, to hate, in the name of races. <br /> <br />White, Black, green, brown and velvet <br />They are merely colors in a crayon set <br />So I am black … <br />Just like one stick of color from a crayon pack <br />So I am black... <br />Do I have to fill my head with feeling of spite? <br />To my good friend with the color white <br />In many years of imprisonment, he doesn’t hold any grudge <br />And to payback he stood against, Nelson Mandela <br />He is an emblem of unity and determination <br />Let follow his step, say no to discrimination <br />So I am black… <br />White color next to me, we form our crayon pack <br />This world<br /><br />Fasika Ayalew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-i-am-black/
