Don't hate me because
The sun has shown its favor towards me.
Or make me inferior or predispose,
Sending me into the dark, my abyss
Why am I hated so?
Why am I feared but not revered?
These are questions I live with
And may be till death not know.
As Madness cries aloud:
Just another statistic
of a sadistic black love affair.
Is their a ceiling?
Something characterizing me
Telling me who I am
Or is it I who is forever labeled
Labeled with a stigma
Not of my own.
Is their no justice?
Please forgive me for my blackness!
Thursday, December 27, 2007