The black – Leelamma Thomas Botswana.

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The white man!
black
Give me a white boy.

of skin hostages
To not know the pain anymore
Give me a black child and a white child.

In the name of color neglect
A mother who bursts into tears.

White cow’s milk. I don’t want the white egg of the black hen…

Wherever you turn, the beauty is white.

I’m tired of answering my kids who are black.

Those who vehemently argue that color does not matter
Just saying.

Aversion to everything black.

The stench of the whitewashed grave, yet bad news in black.
bordering on

Black is said to be evil.
Shout out that blacks with black hearts are villains.

Satan fears the light and seeks refuge in darkness.

Injustice in creation and injustice in clouds. The sky is also white
People go inside when they see a dark cloud.

Clapping hands and praying in the church.

The child could not bear being mocked by the playmate
Coming home in tears.

I cried when I saw that pearl.

As he whispered dry his tears
It’s called black,
Screaming
Looked in the mirror.
Yavan.

Yes, found it to be true.

He said that he wanted to see the truth and threw the mirror and broke it.

His nappy was punched in the skull.

The color of his blood is as red as the color of the white man when his big lips are torn.

You are a fierce warrior, child who hanged the white man who fell on the black’s flat nose.

Angels will not drink from your white milk, baby.

I copied the confidence of the value of the black pearl.

Isn’t beauty vain, baby?

Be calm by seeing the beauty of black skin
Be proud of your beauty

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