Chocolate People (Written Version)

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Do you remember when God made us from brown sugar, chocolate and molasses

And we danced with the sun and walked with moon?

Sang with the stars and made love to the night?

Do you remember when we were beautiful?

Do you remember when we walked, walked, danced to the beat of a different drummer,

The blood of giants coursing through our veins

And we ruled the world and were mighty, pyramids of stones raised to entomb our bones?

Do you remember when we were beautiful?

Do you remember when we were broken and captured,

Dancing in grotesque parodies of our birth dance, bound by chains of man,

Steel, stolen from our mother but our souls were free and knew we are kin of kings.

Do you remember when we were beautiful?

Do you remember when we broke the physical chains

Only to be bound by chains of self loathing and weakness,

Our pride broken and scars of shame crisscrossing our psyches,

And now our feet dance/shuffle to the white mans drum.                                                                                                                                                        But some of us still remember when we danced with the sun and walked with the moon.

Some of us remember that when God made us brown it was a blessing not a curse

And we are beautiful, sweet and powerful beyond measure.

Some of us will remember breaking breaking the chains that bind us

And rising to become who we are, everyman king and every woman queen,

Dancing with the sun and walking with the moon,

Our black skin gleaming and our teeth full of meaning

As the river of our history rolls out and our children remember that we/they are beautiful.

So come with me and remember                                                                                                                                                                          Dance with me and remember                                                                                                                                                                                  Feel, hear the THUD THUD THUD of a black man’s drum heartbeat

And feel the power of our history thrumming in our bones and humming in our souls

And grasp the future that is what we make it.

Remember when God made us from brown sugar, chocolate and molasses

And we were brown and beautiful and we danced, danced,

Danced with the sun and walked with the moon.

Remember that you, you are beautiful.

What Dark Crime was Committed?

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What dark force prescribed this dark,

dark fate on those of us with darker skin,

those of us who were the savages of the

past who now roam the concrete

jungles as the gangsters of today

 

What dark deed did our dark fathers 

commit to darken the heart of him above

against us so, that we wept in chains 

of metal and now we weep in chains

of hunger, ignorance and apathy

 

Why must this dark skin of ours mark us, 

even in our motherland, the dark land that bore us

Why must our girls suffer in throes of self hate 

and scar their bodies as the brothers of the past

scarred the bodies of their brothers in the past

the whip scars gleaming white in the sun

like the bleached faces of our sisters, mothers and daughters. 

 

What crime was committed to merit

this never ending price and how much

dark blood, sweat and tears must be spilt

before this price is paid!