Seven colours to my eyes
Rainbow colours to look at
Beautiful colours to my soul
Colours as food to the senses
My brother do you know colours?
Accusing me of trying to be white?
I am not accusing you of looking different
Thinking different,dressing different
But I want to tell you something
Try to listen with your heart
I am a black african
Proud to be one
Because I never wish to be otherwise
I never wondered to be the other race
Born free,grew up free,and think free
Never thought of myself less than who I am
A human being,born free and live freely
Appreciating life of its beautiful colours
Admiring nature as a composition of harmony
Just one colour?oh no it’s plain to me
But brother,blend it with other
Then tell me what you see.