I was born black and under attack.
I never signed up for skin that naturally brings me flack.
Who on earth would sign up to be birthed in lack?
My skin has never been my friend, I had to get comfortable and grow into the skin that I’m in.
In school I was called “Ethiopian” and “bubble lips” and “blacky” because of my skin.
Growing up hearing of people like me being lynched and burned for this same skin.
My skin meant I couldn’t drink from a white mans fountain, but his children, on my breast his children may nurse.
I was born in skin that is under a curse, because my ancestors decided to exchange gods with something that belongs in a hearse.
They were fooled and inherited lies, that had many years to be rehearsed and passed.
Not knowing one day that same error would cause the slaughter of people of color like me, forcing us into near extinction and a people of the past.
I say no, that devil is a lie, see that’s why I was born black. Not cause I want to suffer and lack.
I was born black because those stripes on my ancestors backs, I felt that.
The blood that cries from the ground I hear and receive that.
I’m proud to be born in the image of God and the earth, the galaxies they live within me.
You see the dirt it’s the color of me! My hair unattended sprouts out like leaves on a tree.
I was born black so the universe naturally yields and responds to me.
The sun is a companion to me, the waters are my babies, the winds they whisper truths in my ears as well as kiss to cool me.
No I was not cursed to be born black. I was challenged to get my crown and throne back!
I don’t imagine being better than any other being on earth, nor do I devalue another races worth.
Just letting you know, I know being born black was an auspicious act. A star falling from the sky into a royal birthright, previously stolen by greed.
The reason I was born black??? Because of my voice, my strength, because the earth cried there was a need for the “StarSeed”!