The blackness in me,is undefiled;Black is my skin;Black,my soul but white is my innocence.
Despite being defined as chaffening as savage,i expect an instant change in my colour but this spot on me remains the same,
Adukeoluomo is my name;streaming from the lineage of Oduduwa,dialetic yoruba is my language for it is my heritage,symbolic is my waist bead ,For it is my respect.
In my saintly black,i am taught ABCD,yet i still cannot let loose of my ÀBĎÉ, for it is my identity as a child of my clan;;i am giving fork and knife with a mossel of chicken,My fingers fidgeting ,yet firm was my nerve to handle both the fork ann knife.
I am told that my skin is cracked because of my blackness but it shines as the sun after the use of my Traditional shea butter
magnificent is my shea butter,Magnificent is my identity.
we are being called apes because of our uniqueness,Yet we are being praised for our heritage,The strand of my hair is as crispy black as the earth crust.
chaffening savages ,you called me,
Dauntless i am as my skin,
Dauntless Is my black heart as sharp as a sided spear...Of my fore fathers.
Dauntless i am in my identity as being called ;African
Dauntless i'm in my colour.
i am not to be blamed for my blackness
i am to be praised for my blackness
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