Shame on this dark skin.
and Hidden Deep Within i am an Iceberg.
i am not this, but surely, i am This Word.
Contemplating this dark skin that i am in,
for this skin that i am Ashamed is Surely a Sin.
the black crows are the worse, i would rather be a White Bird.
a Dove at Best, though i am AFRaId ‘CAuse what might be Heard.
since Words Are Power first amongst those of kin,
until Death is due to this vessel of mine,
i proclaim decay or Conform In Silent.
the color Grey will have Never looked so good in the hood.
both Weathers will be welcomed in all their mighty Climate.
Choose between the Two is what i should
Become who i’m not, Passed My Sinus