Black as the starlit sky,
Moist as the heavens earth,
I wear my coat of oil,
For God's greatest creation I know.
My ancestors blood,
Flows through my vains,
Their toils are my gains,
They clothe me in this finest garment,
For which I am forever proud.
So brothers and sisters,
Don't let your heart be troubled,
For our ancestors took care of our hardships,
So shake out your oil garments,
And lets walk through our golden streets,
Proud and Joyful.
Beauty is seen in yr attitude rather than the color dear poet pal! I liked your way of thinking on Beauty!
i think it is a good poem though it has the complications of the classic poems.
Nice poem, , its a blessing to be black, , better yet am shaking out my oil garments..lol..keep on writting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was ok I could of done better