Black is.
Seeing a world full of white.
Trying not to blend in.
Black is.
The world sees you as a stereotype.
Black is.
Seeing a continent as an object of pity.
Rather than a jewel.
Yes, I know Africa's animals are beautiful.
See past that and see people with life.
With culture.
With passion.
With razor-like words, used to cut hardships.
With velvet-covered hands, used to hug.
With smiles so wide, you can see a galaxy.
Black is.
Being a minority.
In a world created by stealing from your identity.
Fashion and music industry.
Black is.
The power to be seen on TV and the media.
While being invisible in the street.
Black is.
At times it is very hard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem