I Am Black Poem by Aminat Opatola

Dislike me not for my complexion and let me make explication for my existence,
i am black,
created with virtue, wisdom, valors, and glory,
look here upon my creation,
the will to do, the soul to dare,
my shining glance mended with the sun as it blows its textures upon my greatness,
my uniqueness whose softness is harmonized by the whole,
and oh my color itself is a soul,

Black and shine as the creator has made me, specially sharing a color with nature,
my color has no blood of beast you can trace that to the nature of some humans,
my charms steers the whole like the stone of worth,
a divine skin pile with no graven stone,
i shine like gold more like a quarrie of pearl,
i fancy life and breath tell me can i survive without it,

My beauty is on my skin and heart
hate me not or teach thy lips to place me ugly am even finier than a million gold,
my look is not by choice now have hold a dateless bargain to embrace it,
so cast me not as dirty,
or place me an eye of a deadly soul,
am innocent specially created with the purest sand,

i find warmth in my color and the secret behind it has always stayed unknown,
my black is glad, hence condemn me not as wicked, as that intuition should be placed on humans choice,

i am black, and am bliss,
holding a power of strength and perfection,
a color fallen from God's own home to florish on earth,
a color of shadow, beautiful like a magnificent star,
i live to accept the retributions of faults,
am human, all humans make mistakes,
i make what my brain thinks,
and my character is my choice having nothing to do with my skin,
i have a perfect color making my creation sweet and strong,

the creator created black for we know less to him so judge his say not,
hence judge my existence not,
judge my look not,
judge my stand not,
oh! judge me not,
for am black,
and only human.