Because my body is a plate of charcoal embers
by Okeke Onyedika Prezide
Placed on a dirty stool,
Two lips tussle to make me leave
That I don't belong here.
And mandela says;
My body is a temple of God not my skin.
This is why I'm pregnate:
My brothers never knew women because they are dark
And I can't take tea because my hands are black
And Soyinka says;
Even when you bathe, your buttocks are still dark!