I may be black
Not my deeds and thoughts
Pink is my flesh and ruby my blood
Teeth my pearls forest my robes
When beasts were my friends
I never sobbed
Lakes our aprons
Pelicans were wings
Elephants our force
Rivers our dance
We sang with birds
Roared with lions
We ran with golden deer’s
Danced with peacocks
Diamonds in my mother’s womb
You all have robbed.
The Nile was my journey
Mt. Kilimanjaro my crown head
I didn’t leave my home
You stole me by force
From the lap of my mom
And hands of my father
Without any thoughts of remorse
In ropes and scaffolds.
My home wasn’t dark
White and Brown
You all made it dark
Indeed, very dark.
M Hasan
Jaipur January 6, 2008
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