I Am Black I Am Black
Raw poem about what it is to be black in America.
I AM BLACK I AM BLACK!
does that make me a target?
am I a target?
I AM BLACK I AM BLACK I SWEAR I AM!
CROSS MY HEART AND WITH I SWORD I SHALL DIE!
or is it a gun?
Will I die at the hands of a sturdy pink pig in his uniform as he stands proud and tall shooting his firearm towards me each bullet plunging into my flesh and cracking my bones?
NO! I AM BLACK I AM BLACK THOUGH I AM VERY DISTINCT FROM MY OWN!
They say we all "look the same!".
They say we all "run around the streets.".
So each one of us gets the same treatment
BULLETS FOR EVERYONE
ONE TWO THREE!
You think that's enough?
oh, no gee!
I LAUGH AT YOU!
YOU ARE SO NAIVE!
FOUR FIVE SIX A THOUSAND AND ONE TO INFINITY!
I AM BLACK I AM BLACK!
I SWEAR THAT I AM
I am full of color
with an overflow of culture
our kool-aid jugs are flowing over
WE ARE BLACK WE ARE BLACK WE SWEAR WE ARE BLACK
in God we trust
BUT THIS NATION IS WHACK
we are black
as the Underground Railroads tracks
devalued of our humanism
WE ARE BLACK WE ARE BLACK.
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