I Am Not Black, I Know Colour Poem by Oluseyi Akinbami

I Am Not Black, I Know Colour



Of colour and the confusion, of mindset and motive
This personality split, diversity, the error of definitions
Oh color. Identity disorder and the intents of inscriptions
I am not black; need I convince the intelligent of colour?
Am I black?
These defining of apparent segregation on little mind worsened by boo-boo
Cause I am not black.
And you are not the colour assumed because no one is,
How intriguing that these little minds miss defining colour taught in classroom
Because this is not Black,
He yelled at me at the bus station, avoided sitting on same seat because of his ignorance
Walked out of the washroom because I was there,
Ended his sport because I arrived,
Whispered spitefully to his ally
Just for the mere skin,
Then I reasoned intelligently, he must be ignorant of course he is,
He taught me geography but failed the practical explanation of our global climatic difference,
Was I scorched in the sun for my choice, the same sun he wished in summer?
Did I create time, or season or reason? Are we different in colour by our choice?
Were we born in locations that we chose?
It is any better for you than him or her?
Why blindfold your mind to reason?
As it were warring with nature (God) who made us so
When you say Black what do you really mean?
Because I know colour
I am not black and you are not what you assumed
Did you say white? No one is

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The unspoken reactions from those who divides us considering themselves superior by acts
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