By Suntou Touray (first published june 2008)
It’s not about the colour, the man
Love for everything
But the man
The Mercedes, the suit, The shoes
the tele, The dress and the computer
It’s not about the colour, the man
The hair dyed with the colour
No problem
The leather sofa
The different cars
Party and respectable occasions
The colour is seen
So it is NOT about the colour, but the man
Yes, the black man
He is the problem, not his colour
But why?
May be we haven’t done enough stamp our footprints
May be we are bad competitors
May be we are less ruthless
May be we are less determined
May be we are too perceive and soft Yet our statue, so strong
Evidently we are not united
Factually we are divided
It’s not about the colour, the man
We will not be loved unless we love ourselves
Man is dignity and dignity is respect
Do we want dignity and statue?
Do we want grace and honour?
Let us look into ourselves
The solution is there
No more blames
This world is hostile, stand firm you win
Are we standing?
Are you standing?
You see what matters is our collective success and respect
Let’s do it, we can
Amidst total failures, individual successes is miniscule...Stand for Black progress, not slogans
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