September Poet of the Month nomination , " BLACK " poem by Keem Patricia

 Keem Patricia: A Poetic Voice Celebrating Identity

Keem Patricia, a distinguished poet, and a proud student of law at Kampala International University, is a radiant and unapologetic voice in the world of literature. Hailing from Uganda, Keem's journey into the realm of poetry is a testament to her passion for self-expression and social commentary.

From Kampala International University, Keem Patricia's academic pursuits reflect her dedication to the pursuit of knowledge and justice. Yet, it is her poetic prowess that truly shines. She weaves words into verses that resonate deeply, addressing issues of race, identity, and self-acceptance with eloquence and power.

One of her remarkable poems, titled "BLACK," is a passionate celebration of her melanin-rich skin and a fierce challenge to societal norms. In this poem, Keem Patricia beautifully explores themes of pride, resilience, and self-love, inviting readers to embrace their true selves boldly.

Keem Patricia's poetic journey is marked by her ability to inspire and provoke thought through her verses. Her words are a testament to the power of poetry in challenging and reshaping perceptions. Keep an eye out for more of her poignant and thought-provoking works as she continues to make her mark in the world of poetry.
And if you love her piece, please leave your thoughts and comments below, to see her through as uoright's September Poet of the Month

BLACK KEEM PATRICIA

I find pride in this pigment called melanin.

I don't find it criminal to look

Like 12:30 pm past midnight... because

My skin looks the same—black like the night.

The dark clouds give you meaning for the night.

Even the moon shines brightest when the clouds

Are darker, and the stars stand out because

The night is black... so am sorry for not being sorry

To be black.

Who are you to go against scripture?

I was here first because the world was all black...

And let there be light, I was kind enough to share

My space with you... white.

I find it ridiculous... to buy acids, chlorine

To rub my skin... so that I sink the poison

Into my roots of black... all to be white.

Why would I want to be a copy when I am

An original... never compared... for white

Can never be black.

I refuse to only be a symbol of slavery

Of my forefathers... and an emblem of evil.

Even reverends' clothes are black...

If I am accepted in church... who are you?

Remind me... again... to find me unfit and not pretty.

Nelson Mandela was black... so I am

An emblem of purity and peace... strength,

Because champions in the ring...

Mike Tyson and Mayweather are black.

90% of Ugandans, Miss Uganda,

Rachel Nabtumbwe and Abenakyo are black.

Just to mention a few... so remind me what pretty is,

I seem not to understand.

Do I threaten you that much? Does my pigment

Offend you. I am sorry for being so unapologetic about that.

The seas have dark ages and in them,

The most beautiful creatures you will find,

Rare, beautiful creations are a wonder to the eye.

My skin type tells a story—of the past, the present,

And the future—a time capsule that runs through,

A loop of events—call me vintage.

KEEMPATRICIA SHEKING