Embracing the blackness in me!
Little black bird as Nina Simone called me
Born from the pains of a woman
Raised by Poverty
Groomed by the society
Does my blackness offend you?
Is my hair to curly for you?
My dark brown skin glows with all the melanin i have been gifted with
My hair tangling with curls thick enough to break a comb
I did not choose my blackness and it did not choose me
It was assigned and painted on by those who did not see that I am more than melanin
Neither saint nor sin, or just a man, a son or boy, or past that should have been
My blackness is a checklist, good, social experiment, a mammal, I, but not a rat for some predicaments
My blackness is anger
Hate and unpredictable
It's cross the street when they see me, love, inconceivable
My blackness is something
I don't acknowledge that exists
Until i am who my heart is
And feel the world resist.
I just want to be human,
Not appropriation called.
I just want to be someone,
Sometimes nobody at all
