When you call me an animal
How should the actual animals feel?
Their respect for you may be minimal
For they don't, their kinds kill
Because my skin blends with the dark
And yours radiates a glorious spark
My paintings decorated with black marks
Then, you feel we are not the same
Oh my world! That is such a shame
Because I'm like a gold so crude
You ignore my inner lustre
You choose rather to be rude
You chose to become a monster
When refined, I won't be the same
Yea, I can as well be a rare gem
Because my hair isn't like wigs
You feel my brain isn't that big
Hence you treat me as a guinea pig
The depths of my flaw, you always dig
Oh! What a shallowness of the mind!
Hating on species of your kind
When you call me a black monkey
Forget not you look like a baboon
We are all the same on a low key
My dark skin shouldn't be a taboo
© Christian Chidozie Okoro
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