Images Poem by JOY JOHNSON

What does it matter who came first
were here all of us
I don't care what you say
whether you like it or not
We are not strangers
whether you know it or not
We are one
imagine, now picture this
This one mixed with that one
came to being this one
Your skin black darkened by the sun
heated like a coal burning smokey hot
Sizzled is your color skin
your eyes are darkest brown nearly black as a pupil
Your lips are large, puffy, thick and swollen protruding out
your teeth white, your hair hard coarse nappy snappy
Your body hard, tough meat strong, your body tight
you and them became another
Light color skin round eyes, small lips, pink tongues
your hair thick, curly long it flows like feathers in the wind
Then you two made them types in colors of
brown, caramel, lemon yellow, pale, white, light pink, red
Small eyes, tight eyes, eyes that slant, large eyes, colored eyes
thick short long nappy kinky straight silky oily and dry hair
Tall ones, short ones, fat ones, skinny ones, round ones long ones
big bone, small bones many bones jointed in articulation
You speak what multiple sounds multiple words some understood
some can't understand since so much mixing began
So starting from A to Z are you a part of me
don't act like strangers see I see your images