"Charcoal is black,
Are you a charcoal? "
You're tagged with a name,
That speaks not of you
But merely of the colour.
1) The back of my phone,
Can be likened to coal:
It bid adieu to the sun,
Running away from fun.
How can you be a coal;
Bail yourself from my 'Oh! '
2) You're an impostor;
Calling yourselve what you're not,
Hijacking another man's identity-
Spelling yourself with odd figures.
Loss of identity;
Bethroted to fallacy.
3)I'm not a black;
I'm an African-
Don't call me what i'm not.
"Black is a colour,
Your identity is in you! ".
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem