My Skin Poem by samuel nze
My Skin
Twilight next to setting sun
Reminds me of my skin
Black, black like charcoal
Bold and beautiful
My skin the stamp of race
Negroes are forever
Stout swarthy strong saints
Ultimate of soul
Egypt's civilizations
Preceeded those of Greece
Or was my teacher
Imagining things?
My skin colour is my pride
I must always keep it
Once a man did not
He had himself to blame.
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