Voices of Melanin

In the mirror, my skin sings songs of the earth,
Deep as the night, rich with untold worth.
Yet in the streets, whispers turn to screams,
Shadows of hate cast over my dreams.

My skin, a tapestry of history’s grace,
Woven with struggles, etched on my face.
But they see darkness, a reason to fear,
Blind to the light that shines so clear.

Words like chains, heavy and cold,
Binding our stories, left untold.
But in our hearts, we carry the sun,
A burning truth that can't be undone.

They shout, "Too much," they shout, "Too loud,"
Yet we stand tall, unbowed, unbowed.
For every slur is a battle won,
In the war for justice, that’s just begun.

Our melanin, not a mark of shame,
But a crown of pride, we reclaim our name.
From whispered slurs to outright cries,
We rise, we rise, through tear-filled eyes.

They fear our power, our radiant hue,
But we are the dawn, breaking through.
In every step, in every breath,
We walk through life, defying death.

So let them speak, let them sneer,
For we are the future they secretly fear.
A world reborn, where love prevails,
Where blackness thrives, and never fails.

In the mirror, my skin still sings,
Of freedom’s promise, and all it brings.