Boat rides and boatloads later,
they did it to themselves.
Arrogance may not be ignorance,
but they are cousins on their forefathers’ side.
You can’t stop a bird from flapping its wings.
It was meant to fly.
The desire to rise was born in him.
The ability to rise was a gift from God.
I was born to fly.
I have no say in that.
I am black.
Teachers and counselors,
who didn’t use the same hair care products that I do,
suggested who and what I should be.
Like they actually knew me.
Rope burns on old Southern trees
made that an impossibility.
I had to be more.
I am the culmination of all who came before.
Fully aware of the indignities and injustices suffered before.
Contented by the fact
I have lived the life
they sacrificed their lives for,
I am proud to be Black.
If I speak articulately I am putting on airs.
You see that as me trying to be like you.
If I speak slang,
I am the stereotype you see me as
and due to propaganda,
comfortable with thinking to be true.
So I dwell somewhere in the middle,
to get what I want without friction,
I let the situation dictate my diction.
My running faster and jumping higher may be to your liking,
But, Ingenuity and adaptability are my greatest attributes.
The rhythm and style your children attempt to emulate,
my gift to you.
Sorry, some things can’t be substituted.
You’re not Black.
People are people.
Ethnicity and diversity of culture adds spice to the mix.
One no better than another.
Blended together, there’s nothing to fix.
Love who you are as an individual.
See me being Black as more than a visual.
Because there is nothing I lack
due to being Black