A golden bronze hue of a man.
Caramel skin tone sculpted with age.
Lips plump bursting with sweet, ahhh, just sweet.
What is our mission?
Why are we in the air?
Are we a new rendition? (version)
for the condition of the world's ecstasy,
with the beginnings of the earth.
What is our search?
The deep seeds are so deep,
The roots are too strong!
The beginning of our race.
The black man was planted,
but seeded wrong!
How he loves to,
disgrace.
What was created on the side of him.
How does she as, dark as the clay,
and stardust,
that she was created from,
has her heart turned.
Will this be the begin,
of the end for our human race?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm....very interesting write. Makes this reader stop to ponder upon your poet's note.