These images were bound into an accordian style book, with the poem
BLUE BLACK

The notion of being Blue Black is the physical appearance of a person of color whose skin has gone so beyond Black that it gives off a blue tint. For many this idea of blue black is an insult, a sneer of pure judgment. But one day you will come to see the beauty. The beauty that is being Black. And maybe even the beauty that is being Blue Black.

So Black he was blue
And in the moonlight
his skin
glistened
purple

So Black they were blue
We listened to the stories our grandparents
told
Being black ws never easy
the darker your skin
the worse it was

But maybe this was
All for a greater good.
One that we have yet
to understand

So black she was blue
like a black berry growing
wild.
White men lusted for her
And longed to taste her
fruit.

So black he was blue
and he had scars to show it.
This life
hadn’t been so kind to him
or his family, or his friends
who looked like him
Just as black as him
Just as blue as him

So black I was blue
we are the chosen ones
But in my blu black skin I didn’t
feel so special
When they call me nigger
I don’t feel so human.
When their eyes stare deep
And their faces flinch
And their lips quiver
I can’t help but shiver

So black he is blue
But his teeth are white
And his eyes are too.

And he couldn’t help but to hope
that maybe one day
there would be space in the rainbow
For blue black people too

So black he is blue
But his skin shines purple
When under the moon
So black he is blue.