What Am I suppose to think?
I see your tanning I am already
a burnt umber brown you’re getting
collagen treatments for fuller lips
mine are full and luscious by genes
I see you braiding your long silky hair
“now my nappy hair” been braided
since birth
What am I suppose to think?
You say you don’t want to look like me
act like me or talk my talk
Now all I see is baggy pants, rapping my rap
and walking my walk
See I can easily fit in your world
“Hell I graduated from school”
been taught to follow rules it’s been
instilled in me since my ancestors
slavery years
It’s your fears that I detect that got you
trying to get with the program like they
say if you can’t beat’em join them
All that you go through and no matter
what look you turn out you will
never know what it is like to be
black like me!
So don’t get too excited you will
never have the sanctified shout of
blackness deep dirty dark black
like me
What am I suppose to think?
by Yvonne Coleman-Burney /Aqueenpassing