Unashamed Blackness

I'm dark. I'm BLACK. I may be violent, cantankerous, periodically complacent, but

I am NOT afraid!

A BLACK girl is presumably “so serious and angry all the time” and goes to a predominately white school because the predominantly black school could care less about another Afro’s education. Where has history left us? In social settings where I am encouraged to share my different experiences and communicate with my black associates, I don't because they are incognizant of their minority status or better yet they are just ignorant GHETTO blacks that can't name one AFRICAN slave. Or vice versa, in classroom settings where I am exposed to a pool of whiteness, I don't share my experiences because they are inherently misconceived and desensitized.

So these idiosyncrasies haughtily reveals itself

As I digest these incurable fallacies

The reality authenticates

After I hear my dad call my mother a “Nigga”

The reality authenticates

After my granddad extols my straight, flat-ironed hair

And degrades my natural kinky curls

The reality authenticates

After I reflect on my past ordeals

In which I disgraced and dismissed my own fragile culture

Yet

After my reflections metamorphoses to dreams

My future effaced these realities

My life reflects the sun's brilliance

When I have deep, intriguing conversations about cultural diversity and inclusiveness

My life reflects the sun's brilliance

When I disapprove the unsound criticisms against my darkness

My life reflects the sun's brilliance

When I edify a non-black culture of AFROCENTRIC feminism

My life reflects the sun's brilliance

When I watch intellectual film crafted by an African woman

That reconceptualized the stigma between Africans and African Americans

My life reflects the sun's brilliance

When I declare my own prosperity

Through all of the humanities

That binds the inscriptions

Of Ingenious Cognitions

So I am NOT the ordained setback

Even though history

Continually brings me down

My resilient culture

Brings me back up

The BLACK FIST

I raise proudly in the air

Not only evinces my solidarity

But revitalizes my ethnicity

Hence

I am not a racist

Nor am I an extremist

I am a dedicated activist

That my ancestors had predetermined