I'm Black and I'm Proud: A Poem about self-awareness...
Updated on April 21, 2010
What does it mean to be black?
To buy fake hair just so it can swing down my back,
Or put 26 inch rims on "ice cream" painted Cadillacs?
As a matter of fact, I am black,
And the last I checked, I have none of that;
So these things are accessories but not necessities of being black.
But, we follow the media hype,
So we fall into the stereotypes
Just, trying to fit it in
We go so far as to bleach our skin
Scream I'm black and I'm proud.
Then look down
On those who wish to be more,
Than someone on a poster at a record store.
We define our culture by how we "cope"
Teach our sons and daughters that there is no hope
Watch our ancestors dreams go up in smoke
While we continually sit back and blow dope .
Instead of supporting, we kill each other
Over what neighborhood you're from and your favorite color
And our children are lost because