I don’t think much would change if Luke Skywalker were black.
His sister would still call herself a princess.
He’d still grow up in the ghetto of Tattoine.
His father would still abandon him at birth.
He’d learn how to shoot womp rats
He’d race in his Skyhopper before he was 13
and he’d still come home one day to see the remains of his family.
His blackness would only serve to make their deaths less of a surprise.

Obi Wan would be his uncle, despite not sharing blood.
Yoda would be his uncle, despite not sharing blood.
Han would be his brother and he’d still join the rebellion.
He’d still fight Vader, but Vader would never claim to be his dad.
He’d distance himself.
Offer empty promises in an attempt to silence his guilt.

In the prequels, Anakin would have a dad.
He could leave or he could die and his mum would lie to him.
Tell him he was born through
immaculate force conception. Let him think
that he’s the chosen one
and he’d push himself. He’d better himself
and his mum would still be murdered.
His blackness would only serve to make her death less of a surprise.

Qui-Gon would be his uncle, despite not sharing blood.
He’d share a nod with Mace Windu
every time they passed each other in the Jedi halls
and he’d still become a sith.
He’d see Palpatine as his father figure
he’d figure that’s the kind of figure he’d want to be.
And he’d kill his wife.
His blackness would only serve to make everyone else less surprised of her death.

And they could still say these stories take place a long time ago
in a galaxy far far away.
And I’d still see myself as Luke.
Fatherless.
Rejecting any possible notion
that I could one day become my father.