THE BLACK CHILD

sunrise,
sunset,
another day for a black child,
scarred by the african earth,
tanned by the sub-saharan  sun,
yes my friend,
this tone i coat,
this skin i wear.......

they call me darkskin,
and hence quote all problems,
darkskin problems they say,
darkskin troubles they say,


the more they talk,
the less they know,
i aint blessed with shoes and shorts,
no do i eat from plates with forks,

my meals are GOD sent,
my dreams but gold dust,

and yet i try,
try to tise above the shacks,
try to fly up the ranks,
 flights of a black child