Melanin Queen

Her hands by her side
Head down
Shoulders dropped and eyes fixed on an unknown prize
She snails by in fear
Fear of pointing fingers and heart breaking laughter
Those words like a butcher’s knife swims
through her melancholic melanin skin

She wonders if Odomankoma painted her in haste
She has blood for tears
She is her mother’s dream
That moment form the womb, the wind stopped to stare
The birds hushed their chirping
The girl with the skin of melody

She is black, very dark, noir, ebony, sale, sooty, inky
She is so black she wonders
if the coal is threatened or the pot is jealous
Men gaze at her in bewilderment
Kings wonder if Oboade3 intentionally molded her
Queens spend sleepless nights thinking about her with jealousy and admiration

She is the melanin queen
She knows not her skin is rare like the smile of Sasabonsam
Her smile wakes the snoring sun
The diamonds she has for teeth outshines the stars
“Her mind is dark, I think so is her blood and heart too”
They mock without mercy

But she is the melanin queen
As calm as a dove
As beautiful as a rose
As black as a raven
She is black, beautiful, ebony, noir, sooty inky
She is the melanin queen.

Twi language *Odomankoma – God
**Oboade3 – The creator
***Sasabonsam – The devil

Link to the Italian translation

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