Who am I?
Am I a broken primrose?
Still doesn’t blossom because of shame?
Am I a singer? Still masquerading behind my talent?
Not allowed to dream
Always thinking I’m inferior
Because I’m black?
I have been tutored enough
This phobia, that turned my colour to the captain of my sorrow
My colour is like a primrose, that never glows
Nor blossoms because of fear!
But now, this little star shine
Shine! from an empty zodiac
I refuse! For my colour to resemble my ability,
My ambition or my talent
I’m a proud black woman