The Proudness of Melanin

You could never go where I have been
You could never see what I have seen
The punishment which I have had to face
You could not for one minute smell or taste
The persecution which I still suffer
The true description of which words could not be uttered
Yet I have done no wrong
If not for my shade
My history this way would not have been made
For four hundred years I was used and abused
And even now I find myself still often pursued
My contributions are rarely noted
My crimes alas
Are advertised and bloated
Still I am proud for what my God made me
Black is my colour
And I wear it proudly