BLACKENED

From ages past, soiled and blunted

We have been hauled and casted

into shades, darkened shades of humanity

and everything we hold, they have

Everything we mode, they modify

Our minds, truly blackened

Not our intelligence, neither our prudence

We are the omission in our mirror

The zeal always mishandled

The evil planted on doors

Those greed and shared loots

shall flourish in our continuous shame

Maybe we have accepted as they said

Putting us in some inked pages

that the Black man with the black mind

Progress he shall never find

We have being blackened not cursed

for the sake of identity

Neither some discovery in pages burnt

So let's clear history as they wrote

and be truthful and behold

We are made to identify and be identified

A craft of distinction and boldness

As our creation gave

We are blackened, not cursed

 

A POET HAS WRITTEN

Show me your pen

and he shall show you the level of my ink

Because he has written all the truce, the quick

of politics and war

He would have had his head haunted

But more so he is quick to the gate

He would write through to the ranks

to tell sovereignty of his ignorant intelligence

He would have his feet fast to run

He wouldn't mind the treason and the trouble

his sentimental words could cause

But for the sake of equal dividend

He wrote to tell the untold

The gold-skinned blindfolds 

which were used to cover the obvious deceit of the masses

So he picked up the pieces,

his drastically shoved ink

Then he wrote to the chamber

The struggles and slander

of undeserved abysmal suffering

of whispered cries of the people

But before he could be called and slayed

His anonymity went viral

Politics which was suppose to be left to the politician

became a course study for all

As he had written