Wednesday, April 17, 2024

New Song Celebrates Maya Angelou’s Life & Legacy: ‘The Color of My Skin’ (WATCH/LISTEN)

*Officially released today in honor of the renowned American poet, singer, memoirist and civil rights activist Maya Angelou who was born on April 4, 1928 – “The Color of My Skin” is an original song that was inspired by Angelou’s famous poem, “Still I Rise.” (Watch it via the player above.)

Composed and produced by Adamah Cole, Founder of the Brooklyn, New York-based independent production company Lingua Frankha, “The Color of My Skin” pays homage to those who have fought with their words and pen for racial equality and encourages black people to love and be proud of the skin they’re in.

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Black is the color of my skin

Painted with sun-loving melanin

Honoring those who have lived and died

Giving my all so I stand with pride

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Black Is the Color of My Skin

“The song was originally created for the launch of my friend’s dance company in February,” said Cole. “After the performance, a woman asked me where she could get a copy because she wanted to remind her young daughter of her own beautiful, black skin. The same challenges Maya Angelou discussed in her work are still relevant today, so I wanted to share ‘The Color of My Skin’ with that woman and the world.”

“The Color of My Skin,” featuring artists Adamah Cole, Jarrett C. and Amaris Jones, is available YouTube and SoundCloud.

 

Credits:

Music, Lyrics, Vocals: Adamah Cole

Vocals: Amaris Jones

Vocals & Audio Editing: Jarrett C.

Videography: Stephen Schaffer

2nd Camera: Anna Sian

 

“The Color of My Skin,” by Adamah Cole

 

Black is the color of my skin, so beautiful

Black is the color of my skin, such beauty

 

Black is the color of my skin

Painted with sun-loving melanin

Honoring those who have lived and died

Giving my all so I stand with pride

 

Black is the color of my skin, so beautiful

Black is the color of my skin, such beauty

 

Strong is the beating of my heart

Nimble my dancing and high my art

Artfully gifted with intellect

Great is my talent and my self-respect

 

Black is the color of my skin

Black is the color of my skin

 

Deep are the waters I was made to cross

Bleak was the chapter of so much loss

My enemies, they came to destroy

Yet through it all I still found joy

 

Black people, Black people of my skin

Black people, Black people of my skin

 

I fought the battles with blood & bone

Eviction notice in my own home, I built it too

They tried to cut me with knife & pen

But like Maya told me, I rise again

 

Black is the color of my skin, so beautiful

Black is the color of my skin, so beautiful

 

Black is the color of my skin

Painted with sun-loving melanin

Honoring those who have lived and died

Giving my all so I stand with pride

 

Black is the color of my skin, so beautiful

Black is the color of my skin, so beautiful

 

“Still I Rise,” by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

 

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

 

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

 

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

 

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

 

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

 

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

 

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

 

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

source:
Amaris Jones
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