Poetry

The Reality

Since birth

I’ve been black

On my wedding day

My husband was black, he still is

After giving birth to my son

I’m still black, so is my son

After giving birth to my daughter

She almost died during her delivery

She’s black

Today

I’m still black

Tomorrow

I’ll still be black

After the protest and riots

I’ll still be black

If change doesn’t come

I’ll still be black

If change comes

I’ll still be black

Forever