They say I’m dirty and drain from a shit hole nation
This dirty drain is now a pain to a whole nation.
Dark skin circumcised by a predator with a skin colour notion
Dark skin right sin, white skin right
The humiliation continues to define the manuscript of my identity in slow motion
wrapped up in a pathetic portion.
Self-mutilation has now become my daily portion
Understanding my redemption can only be acquired if I stop seeking liberation.
What a sad light unfading to a migrant constant confession
The shadows of my sorrow yearn for a better tomorrow with less commotion.
My melanin dictates whether I’m an immigrant or an expatriate in a land with more human
This couldn’t be corruption but a correction to a defect that could falsify a White skin nation
They say I’m supposed to have thick skin,
I’m supposed to lay down and die because of my skin colour repulsion
So I started Shedding off the layer of my skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the prosecutor
This is no imagination or predestination,
my skill is now defined by the uncoloured skin nation
We’ll rise to fight this discrimination,
Our ancestors paid the price with a change to keep for my dark skin election.
So Marginalised just to see your civilisations.
You say my skin tone is not aesthetics enough,
So requires no recommendation
Your civil right is bad with no contrition
Machiavelli was your plan to dethrone the civilisation of a black nation,
To kill a dog, you had to accuse him
of having rabies from a dark skin nation.
This is from a nation with a human heart,
That changes like a chameleon with no consideration.
With a human mind that is full of
Extreme Intellect of terror and delusion,
With a human mouth that has the tongue of torture with brutal incisions
This Dark skin species couldn’t be the
Smartest of all
delineated as domestic animals,
bred in cages to feed, to work, to please,
To Comfort and to ease, the pain of a
Dark skin with no nation
Her master Prejudice couldn’t be hidden,
Her Arrogance for her skin colour
Couldn’t be missing
Couldn’t be tamed, now left to the range and roam the planet
In search of a confiscated destiny,
This is mutiny,
how can I be blamed by the blamed for the blame they enflamed?
How can I be shamed by the shamed for the game they framed?
Ironically I’m Free as a bird riding
on the back of wind-assisted shame,
floating down the stream of blame
To proclaim my liberty in shame
Your dark is evil, and Your evil is black
My pigment makes a white nation
Clinch to her purse with straight allegations
take the blinders from your vision,
So you can see the power of segregation.
Take the padding from your ears,
So you hear the crying of a tearing nation.
Your equality and I will be free with no questions
Your equality, and I will be seen with no Impression
Dark skin with no passion
they used their finest duplicity
To mock our nudeness with no inclination
We’ve laughed to shield out crying tears
Whilst shuffling through our dreams
With great suspicion.
Accustomed to courage
Was the only way to stir our ship to the
With blood, sweat, And tears
We paid the price though it wasn’t fair.
Stolen from the cradle of our comfort,
Weeping for being stripped of our culture,
Your fantasies are captivated by a wicked soul,
Infatuated with the dark skin melanin.
You fought hard to distort the achievements
And now Our crowning achievement is to dismantle the great tombs you erected