Slaves of power
Freedom of pain
Shameful dark girls
Resent the power of their language
Discriminate the choices of their leaders
Mock the original truth of their existence
Dark girls who paint their masks with light torching colors
Approved by soldiers of perfection
Dark girls who reject the rich plate of food served by their kind
And settle for the growling stomach’s false pride
Their worth is unknown to them
Their validation stamp dried up
Their dates of birth expired
Their identity has been replaced by charcoal lies
Dark girls, find your place
It is in this world that your kind shed their blood and dried their chest
For you to find the path to the freedom road of welcoming doves
Written by: Abel Mfundo Dantyi
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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