The Color Of Our Skin Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

We were born a monkey out of the trees of Africa and our intellect is that of a creature worth burning.

Our humane walk of life is the labor of your dreams that time created for our life in chains and feces.

The involvement of our speech is wasted upon the reality of never-ending stories that trapped our self-esteem in prisons.

The color of our skin is holding their mind with destruction of bigotry they envisioned for our destiny.

Driven with the winds of words that infiltrated our skin we decorated our minds with the conception of our deity.

With winds of the sea we journeyed to the promise of equality that enslaved the thoughts of their patience.

Transitioning our values within us, the earth removed our chains of experiences that transformed our freedom with the Phoenix.

No longer bound with the tyranny of wasteland for our souls we ascend the mountains of defeat with the hierarchy of righteousness.

Racism is the invention of your mass inferiority that erupted with your incompetence of understanding.

The color of our skin is your delusion of grandeur of expectancy; without the inauguration of our transformation your world does not exist.

The camouflage of white sheets emancipated you beyond the reality of thinking and the secrecy of nights born your missions of eradications.

Corruptions of cries spilled the streets with the blood of our forefathers as jealousy ignited the flood gates of hell on their souls.

Without warning it was finished as the graves of the color of our skin cried out for restitution without resolution.

Written by Theodore Mosley
November 10,2016