I’m sorry to be Black
I’m sorry to be proud of me
I’m told black man
Yet it is I who brings happiness
Bleachers, up lawns
Podiums to the tartans
I have the pride of nations that were mine
While mine mired in grief
I was prince, white king while I was helping
I became a slave, subject and Black
But basically, I have not always been Ebony?
Have I ever been a member of another community?
I like their time had been sold and used
Today I sell myself to them alone and m’use
I play the clown to entertain them
I deny to be home
I give my reasons to serve their
I exchanged my plants for their plants
I forgot my drums for their piano
I swapped my flat against their caviar
I ignored my incantations for psalm
I am silent in order not to imply that their voices
They convinced me that my habits were zero
They taught me that mine were outdated
When will we wake up to when the replica
It’s time I become me
Black and proud