MY NAME IS BLACK
My name is black
I was birthed in every scars
It’s the seal of my love and lost club
Decked in blood, sweat and wars
I yielded my virtuous lingo in the past
When I cling behind a white mask
I was stripped naked of my teal art
And was cursed twice for my innocence
Yet I survived the grave of negation
As I spread my glory at your doorstep.
I was birthed in every scars
It’s the seal of my love and lost club
Decked in blood, sweat and wars
I yielded my virtuous lingo in the past
When I cling behind a white mask
I was stripped naked of my teal art
And was cursed twice for my innocence
Yet I survived the grave of negation
As I spread my glory at your doorstep.
My name is black
In me lies the depth of perspicuity
Filling societal balloons full of doubt
Soaking up black memories that runs out
In wicked wilderness of mankind I’m obsessively obsessed with the truth
Cos, I was raised within the orbit of vim
Where I cast my shadows with my pigment
Still here I am; humming my lost songs
And hoping for serenity in my sloth future.
In me lies the depth of perspicuity
Filling societal balloons full of doubt
Soaking up black memories that runs out
In wicked wilderness of mankind I’m obsessively obsessed with the truth
Cos, I was raised within the orbit of vim
Where I cast my shadows with my pigment
Still here I am; humming my lost songs
And hoping for serenity in my sloth future.
My name is black
I am the luminosity of life in lives
But you are too blind to see my glare
You are too closed to welcome my verdict
Even when I’m the only whispers you hear
Even when I am the only ecstasy you see
Oh! I’ve been the fairest of all times
Bridled in the nature like brightest star
As I graced my beauty that haunts me
Oh my name is written with colors of life.
I am the luminosity of life in lives
But you are too blind to see my glare
You are too closed to welcome my verdict
Even when I’m the only whispers you hear
Even when I am the only ecstasy you see
Oh! I’ve been the fairest of all times
Bridled in the nature like brightest star
As I graced my beauty that haunts me
Oh my name is written with colors of life.
Analysis & Theme:
A powerful poem written by Okoro Amarachi Anastasia. A writer and a poet. It is a poem of thirty lines with three stanza. It is an ode that upholds the virtue of black race. It is a poem that magnifies the strength and beauty of blacks in the world. Their importance and relevance to mankind. This poet was inspired by the social discrimination, race segregation, criticism and denialism of blacks across the country especially in Western Nations.
The theme of the poem revolves around race which can focus on Blacks, that’s why every first line of each stanza starts with the same phrase that says “My name is Black.” Stanza one of the poem which depicts the history of black, their suffering, their loss, their colonization, their mistakes, their pain and also their unshakable strength and spirit regardless of what they have been through. In line 9, it says “yet I survived the grave of negation” shows its black stigma against all odds and it ended that stanza with “And I spread my glory at your doorstep” which explains the testimonies and survival instincts in them.
A powerful poem written by Okoro Amarachi Anastasia. A writer and a poet. It is a poem of thirty lines with three stanza. It is an ode that upholds the virtue of black race. It is a poem that magnifies the strength and beauty of blacks in the world. Their importance and relevance to mankind. This poet was inspired by the social discrimination, race segregation, criticism and denialism of blacks across the country especially in Western Nations.
The theme of the poem revolves around race which can focus on Blacks, that’s why every first line of each stanza starts with the same phrase that says “My name is Black.” Stanza one of the poem which depicts the history of black, their suffering, their loss, their colonization, their mistakes, their pain and also their unshakable strength and spirit regardless of what they have been through. In line 9, it says “yet I survived the grave of negation” shows its black stigma against all odds and it ended that stanza with “And I spread my glory at your doorstep” which explains the testimonies and survival instincts in them.
Stanza two magnifies the black brilliance, wisdom, and potential Inherent in them. Also the poet highlighted their agitation to take up their space in the universe, which they are still facing challenges to be recognized and accepted. The poet pictures how the society that doesn't want the blacks to thrive and spread their wing. Also, the poet pictures the courage and zeal of the black to continue to strive for their right and dominant in every way possible, proving those that doubt them. Seeing line 16 where the poet says “I’m obsessively obsessed with the truth”. What truth? The truth that they are the best, and the strongest. Therefore, they should not be seen as inferior or weak. The poet concluded that stanza with the longing for peace and equality in the future.
The last stanza is an interesting piece that praise Blacks, stating the value and beauty of being a Black and questioning why the whites or other race can't see it. Pointing out their hypocrisy while admiring the black race. Here, this justifies the inner beauty of Blacks and why it should be appreciated.