The problem of
my skin colour
has become the
problem generally.
The politics of
my skin colour has
really eaten dangerously
deep inside their heart.
A whiplash against
my chocolate skin is
really humiliating.
They say I'm black
but no,
I'm chocolate.
It haunts them
in their night.
The white against
chocolate and
chocolate against white.
Anarchy has set in
at their backyard.
It made me
become a mark
eligible for elimination.
They can't even
really decimate me,
their touch is
like the sweetness
of the scratch
of an itch.
Everywhere i go
there's trouble because
of my skin colour.
They can't wipe
the color off
my skin,
it is of royalty
and the stamp
of the immortals.
They say I'm
the ***** one
from the dark world.
But why am i
the favourite of
the gods.
I can't hide
from my skin colour,
even nature favoured me
because that's what
and who I am.
I felt like
I'm not worthy
of my being
but life pulsates
within me.
There is so
much segregation
that didn't make
sense to me.
But they still
hang around me.  
I didn't understand it,
that's why
i walked away
from their home
without nothing.
Yet they claimed
to seek me.
The called me
an illegal alien.
Yet they illegally
enslave me.
I lost my
sense of self.
My inside know
I'm not lost.
My skin colour has
become a problem
for them.
But they can't
do without me.
If you take away
my skin color,
what is wrong with me.
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