Whoever best fits the crown of hypocrisy
Must best answer in awareness
And not in disgust
And end this difficult conundrum
Our mouths scream hatred
Hatred for even those who are trying
To remedy the ills of their ancestors
While bitterness sits in our hearts
Like complacent royals
We cry ‘we aren’t like them’
But we women straighten our magical foamy hair
Which can stop unusual blood flow
Hoping to catch the attention of our men
Men, whose attention are mostly heightened
By the length and straightness of hair like theirs
And we cry we have seen the light?
We cry we love ourselves
While peeling off our rich
Melanin coated skin like snakes
And walking like pale corpses
In hopes of being like them
Just for fame or attention
And we claim we want to be left
For whom is the deception?
We have discarded our clothes
Dress like them
Use their languages to bond us
Follow their steps like shadows
And we want to claim equality?
We act like burnt browns
Betraying our best blackhoods
Fie on us!
Shame on us!
We need our necks
To bow together
Only to rise with reasoning
We have failed us
And our forefathers
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016