Eleven Shades

By birth, always positional

Aware of my perfect place

Happy Black History Month!
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On the spectrum of family paternal

My ancestry, I readily trace

Stratified on birth’s timeline

Creating offspring so, so fine

Always been the middle child

As far as gender issue goes

Always been the last child

Being spoiled, I assembled foes

Somewhere in family lineage

Position the generations of faces

Creating a spectrum in our age

Having mixed genes with other races

History’s revelation of Israel’s descent

Followed all the way to Nigeria’s extent

At least vying are eleven shades

Placed precisely by ascension

Beautiful hues abound in spades

Mixtures flow over the generation

Perfectly placed in the middle

Not the shade of one too light 

Just the shade with enough meddle

Not the shade too dark as night

But a shade dubbed light chocolate

Perfect mixture, better than a gimlet

Eleven shades of perfect hues mixed

Stratified on black people’s pride

Such variations cause joy, not nixed

Conquering, straddling, all hate astride

 

©2006FrancesOhanenye

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.