Dear stereotypical society
These words and phrases ring in my head
Oh my gosh they’re so ghetto
Good thing you (hand motion: finger point towards audience) don’t act like that
You act white
You don’t really act black (make confused before continuation)
But society I ask of you today
What does it mean to act white?
What does it mean to act black?
Does acting black mean running the streets?
Does it mean to act aggressive?
Does it mean to randomly scream, at the top of my lungs?
For no reason at all?
Does it mean to grow up poor in the hood?
Just because I (Hand motion: point at myself) am not or do not do any of these things
Does NOT (body motion: stomp foot with the word not) make me any less of a black person
In a time black people were kings and queens
So I am simply living life with my blood from royalty
See my parents were those “typical” (hand motion: quotation marks) black people as kids
Grew up in the hood of two different cities (Hand motion: roll right hand then left to be flat)
LA and Madera
My father in the streets of LA in 1992 during the riots for Rodney King
When fire walked the streets and buildings cried from their misfortune
My mother in Madera
Where she watched family members join gangs like sports teams
And people dropped (Hand motion: hit back hand on palm of right hand) like flies, and no one really seemed to care
And as the streets flowed rivers of red blood
With people going bang, drop, dead
They decided that they had enough
They chose to leave behind their neighborhoods full of horrendous, beautiful tales
To ascend, beyond this normality placed on African American people
To rise above the stereotypical mentality associated with people of color
So I would like to say that I DO NOT act white
I DO NOT act black
I just choose to live as my ancestors did
Because I didn’t know it was possible to act a color