Born black brave and beautiful

Beast of color

Crowned Black panther

Member of the African kingdom

Fierce, fearless and fabulous

black on both body and race

Full of wisdom and grace

Not forgetting wild by nature

Now feared by any

Denonized by many

Some love… Some semi

Others Worship

In true censorship

Destined for greatness

Till Darkness accomodated itself in the absorption of black

Death granted yet another lost love

Bound beauty

Missing Mathosa

Remains in black plastic

A black piki tub

Going to a black hole

Gone

His skin was to stand out in gold clothes

Her hair was supposed to have a gold crown

Now she disappears silently in dark corners

Buried in the darkest holes is this diamond

leashed lion

His skin has been accompanied by rusted chains

The black puppet maneuvered by a foreign ventriloquist lacking melanin

Dressed in paper together with poverty

Lost essence of the African heart of old

She runs tirelessly

Slaves selflessly

In the depth of rock bottom

Kissing the ventriloquist’s baby’s bottom

She heard her name.

Power calling!!

She loved the perky peaches that stood in front of her with grey eyes rosy cheeks

The black box in her hands

Still tells the story

He is grown now

Too old to fool around

He’s building a school this time around

They need to preserve their worth

They need to know their path

Reclaiming land, identity, worth and beyond… Everything

Somnyama