Paint the City The Color Of My Skin

paint my city Black

royal dark blue as the Sudanese

black as ebony

black as coal

gold is the color of my complexion

paint my city Black

paint it with love

rub out the discrimination

paint in the peace

love my identity

proud to be me

love for humanity

black identity

i can be whoever i set out to be

paint my city Black 

no you cant touch my skin

or feel my hair

i ain't a monkey in a zoo

i am human like you

paint my city Black

my culture is unique 

I am not weak

I shall not be naive

I know my rights

I shall fight for my identity

Paint my city Black

As black as my skin

As red as my lips

As white as my teeth

A true African Queen

A Bad Haircut

So I went to my barber

For my usual haircut

I trusted no other barber

Except this one

I picked a fashion magazine

Turned the pages with interest

Got sucked in with the content of the pages

Relaxed and left him to do his work

Oops

Bad idea?

To assume this day will turn out like any other?

That I will lift my head off the pages of the magazine

Pay the barber

Glance at the mirror

Smile to myself

And walk out the barbers shop

With my Usual Haircut?

On this single day

The barber might have been having a bad day

Or it was just a reminder

That we are all human

Humans make mistakes

My barber can make a mistake -

Something I strongly doubted

My barber had actually made a mistake

He didn't give me my Usual Haircut

I am not one to shout

To cry

Or curse

He was already saying his sorry

That he wasn't careful with my hair

He was already begging

To make it alright

And I let him

Correct his mistake

And guess what?

A temporary bad haircut

Turned out to be my next big brand

And now it is my permanent

Though I don't long for another bad haircut

For it might not take a good turn

As this current one:)

Blank

Blank

As a white sheet of paper

Empty

As a vacated room ready for demolition

Blank pages

Empty spaces

Black life

Hollow shell

A caged soul

A wrecked ship

A disembodied being

What's left worth saving?

She stares

She petrifies 

Hollow sad globe eyes

She speaks 

Skunks have nothing on her

Stench of death she reeks

She's a walking corpse

An apocalypse that can't be stopped 

The virus has spread

Faster than the oxgen you inhale and the carbon (IV) oxide you exhale

She's a ticking time bomb

Who'll bring down 100square feet of those around her