What Shall I Tell My Children Who Are Black?

By Dr. Margaret Burroughs

Article Submission

What shall I tell my children who are Black

Of what it means to be a captive in this dark skin?

What shall I tell my dear one, fruit of my womb,

of how beautiful they are when everywhere they turn

they are faced with abhorrence of everything that is black.

The night is black and so is the boogyman.

Villains are black with black hearts.

A black cow gives no milk. A black hen lays no eggs.

Storm clouds, black, black is evil

and evil is black and devil’s food is black…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *