I’m not black.
That’s right, Jack.
I’m not black!
What you see is not what you get.
If you wanna test
My commitment to Rosa and Martin;
I seek a higher callin’.
If you wanna prove that I’m down with the dawgs;
I embark on a new start.
I’m not black.
“But you can’t say that!”
“You have to remember
All the hard work, sacrifice, and flack
That your ancestors
Endured, and the oppression the others
Did cast!”
Yes, you’re right.
That’s why I’m not black.
I refuse to look back into the mired past
With resent
And the intent to reclaim what can never be had.
It’s so sad.
But my bad,
I’m still not black.
“So, you just tryin’ to be white!”
Oh, how many times have I heard this slight!
Just because I want some personal might,
I want to be the other thing that I’m not?
Do you think you’ve got me caught?
Well, I’m not white!
Surprise! Surprise!
I’m not white!
Ain’t that tight!
I want some of that American pie,
But does that make me a Benedict Arnold?
Does that make me a Judas who was told
To feed His sheep,
Yet he dissed his peeps?
No. No. No.
Your research is not thorough.
And I’m not white.
A’ight?
Now I’ll give you another fright.
I have no color, brother.
Don’t panic ’cause I’m not Hispanic;
I know I have skin with a greater concentration melanin,
But I am first a spirit in a body.
Whether nice or naughty,
Humble or haughty;
I am a spirit.
An invisible being
Who just happens to manifest himself in a tertiary color commonly referred to as……BLACK.
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