I Am Black

I'm black, I'm not the devil,

My black is just like the morning Star,

Please don't call me the devil,

The sun Burns me, yet my flesh Burns not,

I was pure, you corrupted me,

And now you call me the devil,

What wrong have done in choosing to black?

For the lessons I need for the elevation of my soul can only be gotten in Af'raka,

Why then do you call me the devil?

My soul is colorless, yet you see me as the devil,

I'm no different from you, I see me in you,

But you don't call yourself the devil,

I'm a manifestation of the Supreme Being,

Why on Earth do you call me the devil?

We're one connected to one source,

For I'm not the devil,

I'm good and I'm evil but I'm not the devil,

I'll not be moved by your discrimination,

I've a right to live just like you,

Stop treating me like the devil,

From same dark matter, we're made,

But to you I'm the devil,

Of the same image we were created,

For if I'm the devil, then what are you?

I'm black and I'm proud to be black,

I'm not the devil.

Jaja Otokini
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/12/2020

Poet's note: Just thoughts about the discrimination of blacks all over the world. Black is beautiful
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