The skin of my people harms thousands.
The skin of my people harms my people.
But why
Are the rich hues of chocolate
Worse than the calm shades of sand?
Why are my people shameful of their own people?
Are our ancestors not one?
Are our culture and religion not the same?
The colour of coffee in the skin should be celebrated.
The midnight sky etched upon the face of a child
Should not be shunned by creams.
The soft cocoa must be embraced.
Maybe the colour of my people
Wouldn't harm thousands
If it didn't harm my people first.
