Demonized

If black was the colour of demons, then I am as demonic as you can expect. My looking glass is pointed straight at the world of foolish cretins who think a black man would walk on coals and never get burnt. I have bled like every living soul and I curse the white literature for the wild stories they have told of my motherland.

I have a wild imagination of the world beyond, I don't see them giving preference to you for the colour of your skin. Just like the other day, I mounted the podium to speak and half the audience walked out cause Melanin was my ID. I had scarcely grabbed the Mic than the galleries became deserted. I came prepared you know....

I came full armed from head to toe, I had guns hidden for what I would do later. So I ran to the lounge, where the tickets were littered all over the floor, I grabbed the nearest man and pulled out my black shades and a grenade in hand ready to be discharged.

I shouted for those who were close to the exit

"This man's life would be on your neck, once you step out", there was this burly crazy looking fool who wanted to dare me but for his wife whose tiny fingers entreated him for the sake of my hostage. They all trooped back into the hall, I locked the doors and armed them with charges which would go off inasmuch as anyone tried to lay hold on the door in any form.