My Darkness

Even after hurting, after crying,
You still feel, that's what I like about you

The rain falling on a window pane
It falls still, ever there, until it feels like of course
Not caring that you with your umbrellas despise the very sight
Not caring that mother's hurt for their hands at just the sight
It falls
Still pushing still caring still raining
just like you

Your blows, your insults fall
the pitter patter of the rain against the pane
growing louder angrier more aggressive
but still it rains and still you pour

and the darkness of the sky, the darkness on my dark skin matters not
because my darkness is too dark for your liking
my dark is not the ruby red of blood
because my dark is not the picture of life leaving my body
my dark is a queen, my dark is a king
and it belittles you

So you cast me and my darkness to the side
you cast us to do your bidding
but its not enough, never enough, no
you bend the darkness of our backs and our necks into submission
submission only to you and the love the celebration of you
and you still feel that's what I like about you

the hatred which feeds your power
is the same hatred you should feel as you walk on the backs of the roads we built
as you flip the switch of the light made from the blackness in our blood
as you walk in your cotton blouse and trousers feel the black as it rubs against your legs, your breasts
and despise it

In the same breath, despise the sun the very beacon
for as it sets in the dusk, it rises in the dawn
its greatness a shine on the colourless complexion of your skin