Love being black.

FAVORITE COLOR

Crumbled up in a corner,
Mascara washed face,
A mass of snobs and sniffs,
countless thoughts of unworthiness.
She,
Confused of all she was,
Wondering of all the colours,
Why she wasn't the favorite.
The bleaching cream,
So vivid lay her reflection through it,
But would that erase their memory too?
Would that ease the teasing?
The tattooed abuses,
"Black monkey! " "filthy " "dark hoe "
she wanted it all gone,
To scrap it out and be clean,
Or white, at least pink,
You know the beauty that comes with colour..
Only then would she be complete.
The black slave down at the Caribbean,
The white nanny at queen Elizabeth's deck,
The red Indian fighting for the Americas,
Which off these is your favorite color?
What defines a man?
The sight of the outside?
Or the beauty of the inside?
White? Black? Red? Brown? Caucasian?
What's your favorite?
Mine is the red beneath,
After all,
We're all shades of the same colour.