Say it out loud: IM BLACK and IM PROUD.
Proud of what? The fact that my skin is sun touched?
Mulatto living got my skin tough.
So many names racing in my head, it's got the day rough.
'Gram-cracker looking ass nigga.' I gave that name up.
Mulatto living half white changed the game up.
Cause where I live, my skins not enough to pick the shame up.
Just a thought, ways of living we on the same bus.
My skins a little lighter you don't think they shamed us?
Segregation got us famous born from the shame of jumping sides.
No body claims us
Halfrican-America they name us.
Don't belong to one group,that makes us dangerous.
Alliance to who, that's how the frame us.
Mulatto living half black they bullets spray us.
And when we home our families play us.
Can't even fit in to what society has made us
Mulatto living Black and Proud don't save us
YOU ARE READING
Mulatto
PoetryJust some thoughts I wrote down in hopes to show a small part of being who I am. Black lives matter, black feelings matter, black dreams matter.
