Daughter of the sun

Melanin

Gold goddess
 Daughter of the Sun
 The forgotten one. Whose light shone too bright for the pale one.
 Cast in your shadow exiled to the dark north.


Jealousy brewed


 your beads and pearls hot against your bare breast


BEAST!

they yell


Your craftsmanship your intricate braids.
 Hair that molds and bends like the seasons.


Jealousy brewed


for the pale one's hair hung dead past their ears.


What did they do to a beauty like you?

They captured it fragmented it stripped you bare. They beat you sliced you open hung you from the poplar tree and still you rise with the sun.

Still, you sing to the sun.

Good morning black girl the sun says hello.