Beingblackinamerica
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racism
a violation of the right to e q u a l i t y
in other words
the color of our skin
determines our lifestyle
skin is skin
Decades of depression, in America
We have been preyed upon,
With the slashes of whips on
Our backs, stripped
Of our human and civil rights
Visualization is all I see
I visualize us of being free
Tears and shawdows of all the dark dreams
Maybe I just want us to be alive and free.
Being who you are and remaining true
So many people want to be black but
Don't want to know what it feels like
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So many people want to be black but
Don't want to know what it feels like
So many people want to be black but
Little brown girl we have a bad rep,
Of having an attitude and snappin’ our neck
And when you don’t feel accepted by the world,
Just remember we are God’s precious girls
You wouldn’t see me solely as a slang bearer that doesn’t know the difference between euphemism and an idiom
Don’t think too hard about it
Thot, thot, thot.
Hear that shit everywhere I swear.
Thot, thot, thot.
I’m capable of getting a nut, giving a nut, but not of tender loving care.
Hold on, stop! Let me get a moment to myself.
Give me just a moment…. can I get a breather for myself?
Okay... okay, I got you after I get this for myself pleaseeee.
A horse is a horse o corpse, o corpse.
So why are you molding kids
into work machines?
Or did you not realise that some schools
are Mac
and others are forced to be
PC.
Painfully characterized.
Brown skin,
Kinky hair
deep dip in that upper lip.
Honey you are exactly what they aim to be.
Don't let the cultural appropriations strip you of your identity.
What can i really say anout society
I mean there's human but there isn't really humanity
We are all sisters and brothers
We just each come from different mothers
I get on my kness and pray every night son
Carry your family like
burlap sacks of rice
Gather your history with
calloused palms like cotton
Prick the tips of
your fingers
on the splintered pine
of your family tree
As I contemplate all I know
There's one last thought that wants to grow
Who am I friend or foe
Knowing myself has never felt so low....
Can I Get A Story
I am Black and American
Yet I am labeled as white
And not because I bite
