4TH FINGERSTUDIOS
To the root
The drip of the fruit
How does the burning cream flow more than the water?
The burning and yearning it causes our sisters
To not look like our sisters
As if other cultures did not look down on us already
Like we all live in huts
And those who do are starving
Fuel the stigma that we still are hungry
While they continue to take our riches
The beauty of our skin continues to the west
However, the west identifies with just the skin
And the kidnapping over our ancestors
But never us
They will never identify with us
A Kente does not make you one with the “Motherland”
You are not the enemy as we are not entertainment
Or the inferior
Or even superior
Wanting to touch where you came from is welcomed
Just come with respect and a guide
The beauty of us is stronger than what they say about both of us
Bind our love
Bind our pain
We long for each other’s land to stay
But we stay in our place out of fear of each other’s rejection
We bleed the same blood
Out of the same skin
Under the same sun
By the same God
I will not reject my sisters
Of other misters
But I will not replace my own who can’t see
The beauty of the same skin as I
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