Melanin is my clan name
I’m a thousand galaxies untold ,
A poem never recited and
a flower never watered .
The hate of my colour is genetically motivated ...

The softened of my lips is what keeps me melanin .
Dark skin color , sugar -marmalade taste of my wildness , like a panther with brown eyes .
Uncomfortably when I walk into a room with no color like mine , the  confidence they **** when they ask if my hair is real .

“Radiant browned-skinned girl”
- My Black is synonymous to darkness of pride .
A skin raw like cocoa , with a scent of rich cinnamon that came from my natives .
Just like when my identity fell...

I hold on to the reigns of this soil .
Her Majesty who speaks her mind and gives birth to every word she says.
-Words rich in thoughts and expression , assumes labor with her mind .
Let not my thickness hold back the kiss of my elevation and my lips stick to the colour of my skin , blending into the natural shade of my melanin ..

I spend nights in my skin , embracing Melanin as my favorite coat ..

•Poetess _her. Refilwe Sharmein