Dunno how I forgot to post this piece, but I decided to considering it was laying idle in my drafts section. Besides, its been a while since I posted anything 🙂 . I’ll be returning soon though, count on it…In the meantime…enjoy.
What does it mean
To carry my particular pigment?
Rip your outdated memo and listen closely,
Because it means power, my friend
What else confirms our superiority
Other than the relentless effort
By supremacists to hide such knowledge.
My role is not to convince you
That what I say is true,
But hear this,
What you see on me as melanin,
You’d best reaffirm
As unintelligible dark matter
Coursing through my veins
At unsettling speeds
Settling well under my skin.
It would be convenient wouldn’t it,
To have a “Black history” month?
How kind of you,
To reduce our vast history
To a month,
As if it all fits …
Why is there no “white history” month?
If not to raise peoples’ consciousness
To the idea that we’re different.
Well then, if being different means
I don’t end up as manipulative
Or power hungry as you
Then I, in kind
– Original-Dante ©2016
Art by: JoelKelly