the single pearl connected to rich gold
hung about my dark skin chokes
your prejudiced thoughts
the deep blue silk on
my dark caramel back
folds tightly
over your eyes
it distracts you from
my colour
and
the click of my Italian leather shoes
covering my ***** black feet
hides the way I
sometimes choose
to speak
it is sad
it is sad that there is more
difference
between the well dressed &
poorly dressed black
than the
well dressed &
poorly dressed white
- but check your thoughts
you know I’m right!
How do I know?
It is sad
‘cause
I’ve been taught and told
since lord knows how old
to think to feel to hold
the same ****
views
is how I know
it is sad
that if a child ever happens to me
either or neither boy or girl
from you,
I will arm them
with a single pearl