SKIN: A PRODUCT OF DIVINITY'S FINEST BLACKSMITH

SKIN

I  don't know what they mean

When they say 

We are like clay in the hands of the potter 

This skin on our bones 

Is not a thing muddy hands can create 

We are made from diamond pieces

Our teeth, silver coated 

Our eyebrows like lashes made of natural  silk 

We are the product of divinities finest blacksmith 

If we are dust 

Then it must be gold dust 

We carry the ancient ancestry of roots and culture on our skin 

An age-long continuity of fore glory 

We glow our way out of stereotypes 

We are the true type 

Something too heavy for libraries to document

We are more than research papers.

Our stories are solid on rocks 

A treasure for mines 

We are too heavy a heritage 

For any  continent to define 

Call us brown 

Call us back 

We are the flavor of the earth 

The reason the sun is too afraid to burn 

Call it melanin if you will

This skin is not a thing mortals can comprehend 

We can't explain to them 

That black is not a color 

It's a badge of honor 

So if they want to understand the races this

Skin has won 

The single stories it had turned to diversity 

Then they must

Ask the gatekeeper of mother nature 

we are not clay in the potter's hands

We are a product of divinities finest blacksmith.

BLEACH 

When they ask you to bleach your skin 

Ask them how long they will soak a hand full of sand into a bucket of detergent 

Before they realize it was not Picasso that gave it colour 

Ask them how long they will peel their tone 

Before they understand that purity is not a virtue that is visible on skin surfaces 

Tell them that if they wanted to challenge 

Their bones to a whitenicious contest

They should simply donate themselves to a primary school science laboratory 

Tell them that your skin is vintage 

A dark-toned sepia 

That this outward covering 

Is more than skin 

It is the identity of foremothers before you and after 

The color of earth and soil for growing 

Tell them this is the color of progress 

What English vocabulary means by thick skin 

The only kind of coco that does not taint tongues 

The type  worthy of syllables of praise 

Embrace this blackness 

It is the only type that is not 

A metaphor for actual darkness 

It is light for a path of identity to thrive

So when they ask you 

Just tell them 

Tell them.

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