Do not stare at me because I am dark By Mettabel Okulaja.

Do not stare at me because I am dark,
It is the sun that has burned me.
Sideline me and give flack,
Or think me a *dun-dee.
Huh huh huh? Like you can’t hear me
All because you think I have an ‘acc-cint’


 Do not stare at me because I am dark,
It is the sun that has burned me
Dark and lustrous, chocolate to molasses
Still it’s rich red blood that runs through my skin and bones


Do not stare at me because I am dark,
I wear white, and very well too…
Red, yellow, peaches and cream
Also compliment my style supreme



Do not stare at me because I am dark,
Cos I choose to praise Him with my back
Midnight folk songs, songs of praise,
Beating drums, Rhythm and blues,
All I serve Him, to bring praise too


Do not stare at me because I am dark,
MY money’s also made with green and white
No depreciation, or wrong allocation
All given by God, for my dispensation


Do not stare at me because I am dark,
Braids down my back, Hmmm no remark?
**Didi-ing and weaving, felingo ‘fros
All exist to display my fl--ow….


Do not stare at me because I am dark,
Listen to me I’ll show you the way back
All from one root, Planted by God,
Hybridized, grafted - Moses’s sprouting Rod


Do not stare at me because I am dark
Dark I am, the texture to your tone
‘Cos He created, to not live alone
It is not good, No – It is not good!!!


Do not stare at me because I am dark,
Except you stare in awe
As you see you in me,
Knowing that we all are the same
That…

I am dark,
Only because the sun has burned me…

© AdePero Mettabel, 080513.


* ‘Dun-dee’ - Simpleton, **Didi-ing –  (slang) African variation of cornrows

PS I take no credit for this poem, It was just pulled out of me... If you like please share with all the Beautiful people that you know - Black, White and everything in between... Peace.