Unlike equal-Diferentemente iguais

I wet my black body
the source of hope,
I replaced the adult arrogance
the purity of the child;





Wear the vest white
and I felt so alone,
Cried of pure remorse
that gave pity;





Black life,
my melody,
My Life in black skin,
what a joy !;




tanned skin
by nature,
Among struggles and toils
shows his kingship;

Dress my soul
of all colors, undress me from all vanity,I rested without hate
and without malice, in the arms of equality


POESIA E REFLEXÃO
Autor:Roque da Mota