Will you accept a black man's word for it
that I was born from spit?
Will you have tolerance
that I try to write your language?
It's only passing - not lasting.
But at least, by and by, you'll accept
I ventured to express feelings
both you and I share in common.
It's the only speech from
my vehicle of expression
You taught me this.
Then try to understand:
I too love as you:
physically, we are not far different -
except for weals you left on me
during the days of slavery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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