Blood Brothers...

I'm sure we all can relate to this one...

Blood Brothers

One drop of
black blood
they label you a nigger fast

Not white folk,
your brethren
how you figure that?

Same blacks
who put the name
on you are never happy

Call you mutt,
Ms. Octoroon,
mad cause you ain’t nappy

You get snappy
‘cause you’re a mixture
of different cultures

Goin’ to a black school,
they pounce on you
like vultures

Saying you think
you all that
‘cause you look almost white

But you never knew
it was an issue,
now you gotta fight

These same ones, right?
Said you were black
in the first place

They get knives out their bag,
determined
to cut your face

Because you’re black.
But still not
black enough for them

The way you talk
is a problem too
if you’re a fan of diction

Saying it’s improper
to speak properly,
you’re just a whitey

Rather you
dumb it down daily,
appear to be flighty

Because you’re black
like them.
Still it’s not good enough

Maybe you’re a dude
who’s kinda calm,
not a thug, tough

Maybe listen to rock,
Weezer or
Ben Folds Five

They say it’s about
Weezy and Jeezy,
Very best alive

Even the foods you eat,
no pork or
hot sauce at all

Calling you extra white
'cause you pick
salad at the mall

You dress like
a rock star,
Baggy not your style

It was white
til Dipset kicked it,
now it’s in for awhile

But they called you wack,
emo the look
you’ve preferred

They say preppy and punk
are corny,
calling you a nerd

Because you’re black.
They want you
to be a replica

Remember it was
Accords and Civics,
not a Celica?

Because you’re black.
The most
creative of all kind

But Black Americans
Have no identity,
clones all the time

Why is it that
they want to
hold us in one group

Then alienate you
when they see
you want to be you?

So insistent
for you to claim
this great race

So persistent
they take the
label and efface

The worst judgment
of our people
isn’t really them

It’s more from us,
self-hatred
from women to men

Try to make it seem
like a burden
Appears so limiting

But with no more
black and white,
society’s pivoting

There’s been a mix, melting all the crayons made
One color’s the move, brown of different shades
Blackness ain’t determined by an afro or a fade
Remember we created the songs time’s record has played…




This poem is from the section entitled "EDUCATION" from "The momowilly Experience"

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