Every person is a thread
Pinkie tied to pinkie before being severed apart
We flow down the same river,
Tangling for a moment, intersected,
Then parting forever
As the great rushing stream breaks into a hundred possibilities
We are like stars
Spinning at the edge of a galaxy
Blinking at each other in the dark
Diverging and converging
Forever colliding, forever breaking apart
It is a strange and wondrous thought
That the people I know now
All belong to their own track of fate
And I might only know them for a breath of it
Before our branches on the tree of time grow apart
Hair thick and curled
At the roots
But fade into relaxed ends
Skin mocha and scarred
With marks past and present
Lips full and big
Perfect for throwing a sassy remark
Laughing joyfully and loud
As she sits on the porch stoop
Yelling at a girlfriend across the street
As young boys whistle their interest
Brown, bright eyes stare back at her in the mirror
Glimmering with tears
Proud, yet ashamed
Brave, yet terrified
Trying to be more than just
Another street negro
Yet appreciative of the streets that raised her
Lips pressed into a forced smile
Words tripping over foreign names
As Roberts, Smith, and Kingsley leave a
Bitter taste in her mouth.
Her braids that trail down her back to killer hips
Hidden in pencil skirts
Are wrapped in a tight bun
Eight hours of work
And over a hundred out of pocket
That will go unappreciated
And label her fake
In anger, her accent comes out
The one she was really tryna hide
That exposed her roots
Like an upturned tree
Barren in the wind
Stripped by conversations that done went ovah her head
Unable to understand
Unwilling to try
On repeat in her mind
She was fixin to cry.
She wishes she were a bit paler
A bit slimmer
Able to fit in
Not so easily identified
Not to easily terrified
Not so easily caught up in the public’s eye
Wondering why her mama taught her to not look the police in the eyes
Why it takes more for her than and Suzy Q to survive
Why did God curse her with skin darker than the clouds in the sky
Why was it so fucking hard to be black but not white?!
But to make black
You’ve gotta mix all those
Complimenting one another
And blending beautifully.
So yes, my curves make rivers jealous
And yes, my fro has seen some nappy days
And yes, I’m a soul food eating sista
Who does not have the time for cat-calling mistas
And yes, I speak ebonics but I can silence a room
With my intelligence and “come at me” attitude
Words ringing louder than a sonic boom
And yes, I’ve been slapped, spit on, and secluded
But these thick thighs came with thick skin
You’ll need a lot more than some hateful words to cut me.
Baby, I’m sophisticated ghetto.
And you should be scared of me.
Posted a new vid, have you seen it?
They did a pretty good job saying the words I never did
Words trapped in my throat
Terrified to come out cause they can’t float
But not this time.
But let me tell you MIster about this boat
Big wide and brown
Brown like the masses of my people they
And sailed away
From mothers, fathers, children, husbands, wives
Never knowing what ahead for them lies
Or let me tell you about a society and the war they glorify
Drowning out the millions of cries
With shouts of nostalgic memories, the history,
A much simpler time
But allow me to ask a question
What about mine?
What about my memories of marches past
Attacks by fire hoses, dogs that ran too fast
Others sent to camps, ostracized by laws passed
Faces pushed in dirt, mouths filled with grass
It’s inky power the only trace of your sin
But under the waterfalls from our eyes
You washed your hands again and again.
Let’s say you’ve got a point Mister
We could all use some simpler times
But who the fuck wants to live in a country
Serve in a country
Die for a country
Love a fucking country
That didn’t give a fuck about his, hers, or mine?
See nowadays, everyone would rather take the high road
Call it the blind road
Claim its color they can’t see
When in fact they’re blinded by their own bigotry
But you go off sis
But don’t be surprised when I go off sis
When you wanna get scared when you see a brown person sis
Because you can’t separate them from motherfucking ISIS
But don’t wanna admit there’s such a thing as a domestic terrorist
Who’s skin is quite paler than mine
Will destroy your whole world quicker than the drop of a dime
And they’ve got the best ammunition
Lit by the fires of ignorant tiki torches and trees back home
But you’re not racist.
So allow me to digress.
After all, everyone’s got a little prejudice,
Yes this is true.
But the difference between me and you
Is that I make it a point to find the truth
Of all those I encounter
Loving to see the trails they’ve wondered
Proud to see their natural beauty shine from the covers they’ve been forced under
Eloquent, effortless, and devastatingly divine.
Because while I don’t know their stories,
And they don’t know mine
A person’s a person, with a soul and a mind
Able to differentiate between what is hate and what is kind
An attribute you thought appropriate to leave behind.