Dark flesh, dark flesh,
Soft like her wet breath,
Which touch the invisible soul,
Moisture that makes the physical grow,
Grow!!!
"How can we grow?"
When our thoughts are transparent like cellophane,
Where the knowledge is camouflaged in books unknown...
Blind to the make eyes,
And history replace with lies,
Where the fly's don't only stick to , but also stick to the dark flesh that plays in this ...
"How much more can we take?"
When the invisible becomes visible, and America becomes livable,
Yet this dark flesh is blind to the make eyes like fresh air,
That blows through the evergreen trees where death lay, still,
'Still I rise!!!"
For our ancestors that gave their lives, to allow me to be an individual free,
Yet, I see in your eyes that you don't feel me,
Dark flesh, dark flesh,
This dark flesh is real to me,
So no longer will I camouflage the facts of reality,
Because I have a right to be me,
Me...
Yet,
"Who is me?"
If reality can't breathe,
Faded existing these all black streets,
Dark flesh replace with black feet,
Like my life engulfed in flames, and the doctor said that the burns are third degree...
With no air to breathe, I rest next to death,
Consistent with my resistance to be myself...
Dark flesh, dark flesh,
So as I return back to reality itself,
Flesh and bones,
For this dark flesh has became my home,
Daddy's maybe, but American born,
Where the scares are worn like cell phones,
Another library born, yet the education is torn...
So when there was no way to run or turn, I learned and listen,
And I didn't had to fall on my knees to receive this blessings,
To use my words like a Smith & Wesson, carried by William Pickett of the 1870s,
The second king on my father's family tree,
Where we are living in prison subdivisions,
Where the reality of living is killing our children,
Flesh and bones,
Heart and soul,
Body and mind,
Like everyday we have to stand trial to see if we going to live or die,
Where they keep saying that we can change, but this dark flesh has stated it's claim...
Now the signs show that it's to late,
Where mother's fear that there son's dark flesh is not safe,
So the struggle remains the same till this day,
That the dark flesh of America has been weakened,
To separate people,
Like we are not equal, but share in the same sequels,
That's being pass down by the generation like the melon blessings throughout our skin,
With wounds that will never end because they fear this dark skin I'm in...
Dark flesh, dark flesh,
"When will we ever be free?"
" When will you ever face your own dark flesh?"
Because this dark flesh is me!!!"
Dark flesh by: Sa Ra Safari Messiah Kamau
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