Black Girl in White America.

Black and White

Sometimes life is in black and white.

It is always the darkness and the light.

And so when I realized that those girls in those magazines never look like me,

I was so blinded by those American blue eyes to even see.

That maybe just maybe I wasn't their definition of beauty.

They take our style and dress it up.

They take our culture and mess it up.

Hell, our ancestors would shake their heads in shame of what has become of us.

So when the word nigga spit out his bubble gum pink lips like a lash on my back

I realized that this is what it was like to be black.

I wanted to backtrack to go back to the days when I wasn't a slave for a white man's entertainment.

That my body wasn't broken drum beat beating on the pavement.

That one statement was enough to whip me back to reality.

That I was always that dumb stupid black girl they would always see.

Im not their ebony winged black eyed Raven flying true.

You see a gang is a group of crows not just a group of Damu.

But that is always another thing nobody ever knew.

So it's true we use Swahili words like its a link to our roots.

Being black doesn't mean you understand or have walked in your ancestors boots.

But it is enough to give me Imani, hope for tomorrow.

Faith that the next day won't end in sorrow.
Tried to borrow those blues contact to exchange them for real eyes.
Thinkin When will we realize

That the real lies lie within in this country.

Maybe we have been to blinded to ever see.

That America was Built on the backs of slaves. Being slapped around so much they got whiplash.

A whip lashing out the rhythm of a young mans freedom.

But we never see them the ones that picked cotton so that we didn't have to.

But we repay them by fitting demand and hanging around the same bad crew.

Proving the stereotype that black people are either crips or Damu.

Never staying true to what our ancestors gave up for me and you.

We toss out our books and drop out of schools.

As if millions of slaves weren't slaughtered for trying to be more educated than a fools.

We drool and turn over and do just as we are told.

Forgetting what history has taught us and what has yet to unfold.
We have been told Black girls don't got daddies

cause they mamma loud mouth and catty

Get treated like they worthless

so they stay drunkto make them feel less

They starve to be American thin when they got African thighs.

That spread and give birth to a nation

That hates them and all that they stand for.

Being feed lies that blacks aren't worth more.

I never knew that being black could make you feel so blue.

But it's true that were beaten black and blue.

Told we'll never amount to nothing

so we don't become something.

It's a never ending cycle where the n word is played on repeat.

Tapping out the rhythm of a slaves defeat.

Then retreats into it shell trying never to come back.

They think that cause we don't know out language or race

That it is okay to steal our culture cause they hungry for the paper chase.

You see America is like a tv black and white.

It's either on or off. Darkness and light.

But when the n word spit out his mouth making me finally see color. In knew that it was true.

You see the only time my blackness ever made me feel blue.

Was when I was standing in front of you.