Black Guy Poem by Solomon C Jatta

So what if am black,
Does it mean the trait of humanity I lack?
I am no less human,
For I too am son of man.

The colored African look at me with disdain
Condemning me to slavery's pain.
To Europe I go in search of the golden key
It throws me bananas like am a monkey,
Shutting its doors to allow me drown.
I roam the streets of America only to be gunned down,
Living in fear that tomorrow I may not see
While theToubab roams Africa celebrated and free.
We are the hated, taunted and hunted beings of humanity,
Wake up Luther, your dream is in pity
Black blood paints the streets of the city.
Wake up Garvey, African unity is yet to reign,
Africa is at war with itself while exulting foreign.