They say black is beautiful,
but how beautiful is black when the colour shade isn’t the usual.
Some say it is meaningless, when put into perspective,
depending on which side you’re on, your tone could be defective.
The dark skinned individuals suffer from discrimination,
the inside subordination that leaves them bleaching for imitation.
This is not what our culture was made for,
clutching onto metaphors
‘the darker the berry the sweeter the juice’
to build up an inner rapport.
While inadvertently extending our social hate,
to the length and texture of the hair tied to our perfect mate.
Inside the struggle to combat the global equality,
we somehow attached the degree of colour to our life’s quality.
Attaining success to the lighter afro communities,
who prosper within social and economical opportunities.
Equally, darker souls pride themselves on being entirely tough,
as their lighter siblings aren’t considered to be black enough.
Like their struggle is nowhere near as hard as theirs,
since they possess an outer layer
too similar to the masters who enslaved us for all those years.
This inner conflict is tearing us apart,
no matter the level of melanin
we still struggle and strive through the same heart.
No one should look at their skin and feel a sense of shame,
whether light or dark
we were all created from a single grain.
Colourism: The Colour Complex