Poetry- Call me black with love

If I be black to you,
God’s touch of hue,
May you tell me with love.
Let grace glow in your eyes,
As we sit to eat our rice.

If I be just man to you,
I am so man to the full;
Though I be black as night,
I belong to your world,
And black is the red of my blood.

I am the ink of your books,
I am the Kilimanjaro that watches my Africa!
The Nile that irrigates my Sahara,
Your classic and your Renaissance,
Night that encourages our day,
The gel of my hair.

Call me black with love,
And there shall be heaven on earth.
Just speak black with love,
And we shall live and let live.