Yes I have more degrees than you
And I make just as much money as you
But don’t get it twisted boo
My hair is “nappy” too
Please be aware, I code switch when we speak
And don’t think you’re down cuz you know the rap song of the week
It’s callous to me that you don’t see
The power people like you have over people like me
It’s like I’ve been asleep
And all the while you creep
What a fool I have been
To forget my past, I have sinned.
Now, to redeem myself
Your cultural appropriation must leave myself
Or i’ll lose myself in the music or the moment, because your “white-ness” says you own it
Here in the darkness there is light
The light of life and not your stress induced white
It’s a fictitious concept anyway
But you believe your lies everyday
Out of touch with from whence you came
Ashamed to acknowledge your true father’s name
You couldn’t pronounce it anyway
It requires a tongue bathed in truth free of blame
The”irregular” vowel placement is too much for your brain…
The terms black and white are social constructs.
They were created to establish race and class in the United States of America.
They were created to further subjugate slaves and their offspring.
They were created to remind us of our place.
No wonder I struggle with identity.
Because I am not…
Poor. Uneducated. Violent. Unruly. Lazy. Dirty. Sly. Sneaky. Criminal.
Ergo, I am not Black.
But my skin is…
Mocha. Caramel. Shea. Cocoa. Chocolate. Smooth. Elastic. Melanin.
Ergo, I am Black and Beautiful.
I have spent a good portion of my life trying to disassociate myself from the stigma of “black”, not wanting to embrace negative stereotypes out of fear of not being accepted. I have researched and explored other cultures, trying to find myself piece by piece, never fully realizing my full potential. That is, until I woke up and began to understand just how beautiful “black” was.
And that is when I started losing “friends” on social media, and my conversations with white people began to look very different. Whether we like it or not, subconsciously we ascribe to these constructs, and the moment I embraced my “black” I became more powerful, and thus a threat.
The “black” portrayed by the media is frightening and weak. It is a myth. It is a tale that has been fabricated solely for the purpose of status. It is a myth that helps the privileged class sleep well at night.
My “black” is truth. It is life giving and life changing. My “black” is strong, proud, and very very loud.
If you are privileged and ascribe to this myth, please do not call yourself an ally.
If you are black and ascribe to this myth, please wake up.
Find your “black” and own it.