“Black is beautiful”
They said
Like to convince someone.
Black man
Black woman
Black child
Pride.
Telling’ it
Like it was
Calling a spade
In arrogant shades
Of colorlessness
With beating hearts
And man-made fears
Hardly breathing
Through years
Of reparation
And tears of understanding.
Whose name
Is black?
African man
What color is that?
Wherefore
The eyes
That told
Negro people
Black with beauty
White with passion
Dark from
Dirty cold
And hateful ugliness
Black is beautiful?
America the beautiful.
Black is beautiful.
About the Creator
Linda Aubert
Composer/Musician, Lyricist, Poet, Playwright writer from New Orleans, LA pursuing her gifts. Presently, Music Director for two churches and primary Music Artist/Owner of New Genesis Music Company, writing literature as often as I can.
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