Black

Black

By my skin colour I am judged

It has always been

And it seems it will always be so

All they ever saw was black.

Not by my intellect

Not by my diplomas.

Degrees and Doctrates

Mean nothing to them

Because bottom line

I am a black Doctor

I am a Black CEO

A Black Manager

A Black Something

Before anything

Because being Black

Somehow is a comma

Before the continuation

The funny thing is

Even my own kind

See me as Black

Not just a person

But a Black person.

It is not the feeling of shame

That instills anger

But the connotations

Infringed with being Black

Bother me.

They hate me because

I am not as stupid

As they classified me to be

Not as Kaffir as they made me

I AM BLACK AND INTELLIGENT

BLACK AND PROUD

BLACK AND INDIVIDUAL

BLACK AND STUNNING.