Another Black Poem
Just about "ANYTHING" can pass for a BLACK poem nowadays; all you have to do is Be Born BLACK, Grow Up In BLACK Neighborhoods, Go To BLACK Schools, Have BLACK Girlfriends, Write A Few Lines About It, then Give It A BLACK Title/
Like if I were to write a piece about Rosa Parks or Langston Hughes I'd call it A BLACK Poem/
And if I were to write all about my blues when I was stressed out and about shoes if I didn't have none I "COULD" call it a BLACK poem/
As a matter-a-fact I'd call "ANYTHING" I wrote A BLACK Poem based on the fact that I'm a little bit dark around my knees and around my elbows,
and because I say "Moma-a-nems..." instead of "Theirs and my mother's..." or "fentna..." instead of "Getting to..."
And what about my once nappy hair picked out into an afro, or the deadlocks I once grew,band my BLACK olive skin,
And about how I trip because I miss my babies,
And about my own BLACK friends when they call me nigga/
If I were to write a piece about "ANY" of this I'd definitely call it A BLACK Poem/
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