I'm Black and I'm Proud: A Poem about self-awareness...
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 there are no more mothers.
Who thrive on drama
And measure the quality of a man,
By whether or not he drives a Hummer;
And when it all comes back to haunt us
We crawl under,
The safety net of being black.
We don't care, you can call us niggers
As long as we make six figures,
And count money stacks,
As long as you keep designer clothes on our backs
We'll call each other nigger for you.
There is no more need for a KKK
We hate ourselves enough everyday
Then blame the white man for making us this way....
I'm black and I'm proud.