There are those that try to overlook me Closing their minds so that they can't see I am black…black…black
In spite of all the tricks they have tried I will no longer be denied Because I'm black…black…black
Taught myself how to deal with the 'Man' For it will help me to succeed with my plan He is blinded by the smoke I continually fan "I be a good darkie suh!"
With each day a new hustle begins To this game I sometimes see no end And it is all because the color of my skin Is black…black…black
"Don't cause trouble. Be patient" they say Instead I should sit here growing old and gray But my soul it will forever stay black…black…black
Thank you for suggesting I read this. Wow! I wish that I could express adequately how this made me feel. It is thought provoking and disturbing. Why should man be judged by his skin colour? ...and yet it happens still.
I am looking forward to reading more from you. Thank you so much for commenting on my work.
Chanti
"The Great Teen Fruit War, A 1960 Novel" involves conflict between the Blues (sons of blueberry farmers) and the Reds (sons of peach growers) in a southern New Jersey agricultural community.
This is the second novel in Frank P Ryan's acclaimed fantasy series, The Three Powers. The first in the series, The Snowmelt River, is a top ten epic fantasy bestseller on amazon.
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Thank you for suggesting I read this. Wow! I wish that I could express adequately how this made me feel. It is thought provoking and disturbing. Why should man be judged by his skin colour? ...and yet it happens still.
I am looking forward to reading more from you. Thank you so much for commenting on my work.
Chanti
I never thought that soul had colors.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU