My hair oil is the color of urine
And my toilet bowl will never understand
That bleach and hot water won’t give
Pillow stains a final resting place in sewage
Because I am black
My skin may tell you, “Traitor”
My eggplant negligent bottom lip
Is a testimony that I am
Addicted to food
Without Mary J. Becoming a familiar spirit
In my life of genetically acquired cravings
Because I’m black
KFC was my daddy at dinner
Quaker Oats woke me up for breakfast every morning
Carl’s Jr. always provided my lunch
Because I am black
Daddy won’t pick me up from daycare
‘Cause if he cared, I wouldn’t be in daycare
I’d be in his arms
And when my mother grew up
She worked like a dog
To keep her puppies out the pound
She Never had time to howl at a full moon
Chase her tail
Eat grass and vomit
Roll purposefully in the mud after a bath
Bark at birds
Because I am black
Epiphanies are non-existent
Counsel is like broken glass
You have to walk on with no shoes or socks
God is white
And I don’t care about none of that
Because when He finds me
I’m going to be that bbq pork rib
I just got through eating
And I hated it...
Just Like He does me...
Because I am black
Black people don’t go straight to white man’s heaven
Which is why 2Pak ignorantly wasted his time
Wondering if it had a ghetto
But mom beat the snot out of
Statistics to keep her kids out of it
So I am agnostic
Holding this little New Testament orange, green or brown rip off Bible
With a hint of Psalms
Never knowing Solomon’s song
Was for a Shulamite woman
Just like me!
Because I am black
Like his hair. His tents.
Bedtime blankets called dark nights
On desert sands
I just don’t show it.
Because I don’t know it
I am black
I am encouraged not to read
Anything about love!
Which inevitably leaves me
In the hands of any man
Willing to put a ring on the finger
Where no inch of love is shown or matters
You know why?
I am black
But the King’s daughter is all glorious within
this skin....
And that will not be treasured or acknowledged
In sin
So angels sing as loud as they can
Holy for a Time, Times, un-dividing of Times
For Every kindred, nation, tongue and tribe
To be an ethnically diverse society aspiring to be
Called free
Laying aside what the stupidity of the world
Enforced them to believe of themselves
They are not black
Or white
They are gold on a glassy sea
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Author:
Keliy Nicolaites Kese (
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- Category: Family
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