From Lourenco Marques he set out
His wish was to have better opportunities
In the land west, but people there lived in segregated communities
In his homeland his kind lacked basic amnesties
My grandfather’s wish was to prosper
His voyage made during the great depression
He was met with oppression
His wish, segregation wouldn’t live a lasting impression
His wish was to see his offspring’s have equal opportunities
He envisioned them going to Harvard
Learning in the Ivy League
He saw a time when blacks were not seen as a plague
When all their oppressors would stand trial at The Hague
His wish was to see blacks seen as equals
He wished long before Luther dreamed
Just as Luther,
He went to the land beyond, before living the dream
Blacks are physically free, but not economically emancipated
Just like my Grandfather,
I wish
My wish is for people of my colour
To free themselves from mental enslavement
Black people can’t invent
Black people can’t go to Mars
Black people can’t lead
Black people can’t swim
I resist these notions of mental enslavements
My wish is for all races to progress
As my Grandfather wished I wish also
There are a lot of imitations, impersonations in the world
Girls apply skin lightening creams
In the hope that there will find the man of their dreams
One with a 6 pack who always gyms
Many of the women go to a lot of extremes
Under the knife she goes to have a breast enlargement
Hoping that it will surge her odds of engagement
Society has a pre conceived mentality that dark toned girls are not glamorous
Nowadays somatic augmentations have become famous
They say beauty is skin deep
But many of these girls would change their looks in a beep
Even if it costs them as much as a Jeep
Beauty is defined as per Hollywood standards
Many want to look like Hollywood actresses
They believe it will release their stresses
Many resort to theft to buy those fancy dresses
They bemoan their own local seam-stresses
Many spend their last penny
In their defence they say they do not want to look like a Jenny
Nowadays its natural beauty versus artificial beauty
The latter part is winning
I am no genie
But my wish is to see the former winning
She shies away from her complexion
Peer pressure tells her lighten your complexion
Overnight she has turned into a yellow-bone
It signals a start of a new dawn
She always wanted to be a supermodel like clone
The skin lightening craze has taken over like a Caribbean cyclone
She has so much face powder she looks like a clown
Tip toeing like she is going to break a leg, in high heels strolling into town
Unbeknown to her are consequences of lightening all she craves is the beauty crown
Fast forward years from now her skin, some shades greyish, some brown
Her skin resembles that of a person with camouflage
Her former self now seems like a distant mirage
Society shapes us to be who we are
Never be overtaken by the far-fetched fake notions of society
Dark skinned as you are do not be tempted to be yellow
Do not be fooled your skin is mellow
Society creates notions of what is right and what is wrong. People ride high on their moral campuses seeking out to point the misgivings of others. Human beings are hypocritical animals, bent sent on proving their wrongfulness in correctfullness.