Colours

 

I am black.

 

That’s the colour of my skin.

They make me accept a shadow

in the guise of myself.

My identity fades…

It withers like dew

on a cold Wednesday morning.

“Blacks Only” and “Whites Only”

become our national anthem.

They call us “inferior”, I and my people,

But they are oblivious of the fact

that black means pride.

 

I am black,

and I see nothing but “Superior”

written on my forehead.