Color me Blood

My skin reflects an elephant's tusk,
But my heart walks Black Foot
and Cherokee cheeks smile,
I am a human, born wild.

My ancestors are not my faults,
They do reside in my veins,
from years buried and shrugged
under the past, under the rug.

I am not a slave keeper,
I am the blood of some,
They are not my heart,
I am my own love.

I am black in my heart,
I am wild like the natives
who gave me life,
I am kin to the night.