The Great Blacks.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Bleach my poverty,
Bleach my ignorance,
Bleach my insufficiency,
Bleach my inability,
Bleach my traits,

So I may not be darker,
To be called as a black in future,
But I am proud to be the one,
Having the colors on my skin,
To stand still in front of the sun,
Challenging all obstacles and sins,

I am proud to be called as a black,
And it is the color of my ancestors,
No whitening do I need to bleach my skin,
But I need the bleach to whiten all those alien,
That labels me to be called as the colored and,
I may rise up my position by lifting up my mindset,
The knowledge has no color, I will acquire it,

What color is the intelligence?
What color is the confidence?
What color is the determination?
I will obtain all those colorless,
To be called as the great Black.