In the Castle of my Black skin

In the castle of my black skin

not thick as hide

but equally thin

I “bling” with black pride

feel neither pain,

hunger nor remorse –

I feel no thing!

besides enrichment

and fulfillment

in the comfort of my black skin…

In the castle of my black skin

which you term “hide”

yet equally thin

I shine so bright

yes, you are right

 that is where I reside:

dance, write and sing

all done with black acumen and black pride

in the comfort of my black skin…

In the castle of my black skin

you regard as hide

I glimmer with hope

and shall never stop

while I do my thing –

daytime I toil

nightfall I recoil

in the comfort of my black skin…

In the castle of my black skin

which looks like hide

I shimmer with love

inside my perennial shelter, my first love

my black pride

my comfort, my castle, my black skin…

© Conarth Macheka – Diary of a Poet (May 2013)