Black People

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.