Ancient Lies Poem by Omolola Oladotun David

Many lies have I been told
With none verified yet had to behold
This one lie was I groomed into
Nurtured and buried hitherto

They say my colour is different
Which makes everything of me decent
Yet behind me they giggle
With their mirror in front of me remaining a riddle

What do I believe I ask
Who do I trust I yet search
The colour Black they say is dark
The colour Black I assume is bad

I have no history they claim to help me write
White alone they say makes all right
I have no value I'm told to believe
A poison they've cooked in form as relief

To survive they say I must imbibe
Yet my wealth they all have colonized
Shelter they say and claim to provide
Yet with it my brothers and I still divide

Many lies have I been told
That my colour is but a mistake untold
That my race is an accident of human error
An error tagged insignificant minor

Behold I see the light
Behold I am that light
The dark light that shines amongst many whites
The dark light that makes things right
The light that sees the fear of my white brothers plight
The light that now sees that all I've been told were Ancient lies

Written on Wednesday 4/April/2018 @ 10: 38pm