The Power In The Color Of My Face

There is power in the color of my face.

Night Shadow Black. That’s what some Black folks say.

Others, a little cocoa butter will lighten you up,

and perhaps, a few White folk will think better of you.

Mr. Charlie, he’s never going to change. 

He's too busy trying to Make America Great Again,

while my Black ass climbs up the backside of the mountain.

I do it smiling--never grinning.

Sam Cooke? When is A Change Gonna Come?

I’m never going to dance a jig. But then again, maybe the jitterbug.

White girl, look me in my face when we dance the jitterbug.

Tell me you see the power in the color of my face?

 

© emmett wheatfall


 

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