Colour of Class

I am a tag, a colour I used to be,

I am a class defined by the disparity.

If I am a part of you then you are prone to attack,

Yes, you guessed it right, I am the colour black.

God made colours; man gave them a hierarchy,

Thus, I am now considered a symbol of impurity.

Earlier the world was divided into the good and the bad, the wrong and the right,

But today there is mainly one differentiation of the black and the white.

I am not an entire person; I’m just a part of their skin,

But is being black, is being myself really a sin?

No, they are not black, it’s who I am, it’s my identity,

Manners maketh man, I just enhance their beauty.

Black and white go together say,

But why have this comparison when united we form grey.

I am a class colour and a colour of class,

Man’s cruelty on me has begun to surpass.

 If I can be a mood and a trend,

Then why can’t I be associated with mankind as a friend?

I have seen their struggles; I have felt their pain and cries,

Every second day the person I constitute has to die.

I don’t regret being made,

Instead, I feel sorry for a world so poorly disarrayed.

I have walked alongside the brightest of minds,

Empowering personalities who are one of a kind.

Maya Angelou, Nelson Mandela, Barack Obama, Malcolm X to name a few,

Who never let the world stop them though I was a part of their crew.

I am worn in the courts on cloth as a symbol of power and authority,

But when it comes to skin, people treat me unjustly; I am undressed of my dignity.

Oh, you man, to compare and judge has become your nature,

But don’t treat me as a person when I’m only just a colour.