A mullato friend of mine sent me this Food for Thought that he penned about his feelings and growing up in the seventies in a society where the impacts of Slavery and Racism were very intense especially in rural Jamaica. He migrated to the United States where he went from being the Brown skin man in Jamaica to the Black man in Florida.
A young black man asked a few questions during his private moments…
“Why did you make me someone that the world wants to hold back?
Black is the color of dirty clothes.
The color of grimy hands and feet.
Black is the color of darkness.
The color of Tyre beaten streets.
Why did you give me thick lips?
A broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did you make me someone who receives the hatred stare?
Black is the color of a bruised eye when one is hurt.
Black is the color of darkness.
Black is the color of the dirt.
How come my eyes are brown and not the color of the daylight sky?
Why do people think that I am useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do people look at the color of my skin and think I should be abused?
Lord I just don’t understand?
What is it about the color of my skin why some people hate me without any other sapient reason?
Black is what people are listed as when they are evil?
Black is the colors of shadows cast?
Black is the end of the day?
Black Sheep, Black Cat, Black Mail, Black Market,
Lord do you know the fair skin people mistreat me and I know this is not right?
They don’t like my hair or the way it look.
They say I am dark others say i am light skin.
Lord don’t you think it’s time to make a change?
Why don’t you recreate humans and make everyone the same?”
God stares down on the Negro in chains and chimed
“Why Did I make you Black, You Have The Audacity to ask?
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