COLOUR ME
Black is not a colour,
I cannot be washed by the rain.
Hence, I cannot be called a colour.
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My blood is black,
But cut me, and I bleed red,
Red! a representation of my hurt,
But my blood is not my colour.
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I am black,
I am of black race and descent,
Hence I strive
And hope to thrive.
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Thus, know me through;
The white of my Innocence,
The red of my pains,
The grey of my wisdom.
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The pink of my speech,
The brown of my laughter,
The intricacy of my feelings,
The wildness of my dreams.
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The ice of my tears,
The nudity of my shame,
The bareness of my land
The blackness of my blood.
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However you want to colour me,
I am black,
I am human, thus I cannot be called a colour,
Black is who I am, Black is my identity.
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Hence, call me, The BLACK BOY.
damn so deep Ude very beautiful
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Black is beautiful. I love this💕
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