"God made me black in no uncertain terms"
By: Thomas Smalls
God made me black in
no uncertain terms
and I do think on it from time to time:
my coronet of stiff, course, curly black,
and stiff black boots enveloping my feet;
and then brown skin, like lifeless falling leaves,
that I will sometime cover with false hues:
blue jean, khaki, white shirt: but hands stick out,
with brown on top, light supered (save vain nails).
Poor poor white child, with hair like lasting gold,
and skin the color of pink morning time;
whose nature is so vain that in old age,
white hair and graying sking skin mock eoan fog;
blue eyes and blind that fail to ponder night:
take my dark eyes and shew thy glance aright.
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