Am I Black?

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They Say:

The way that I walk
The way that I talk
The way that my pen glides
The way that I get pulled over...DWB when I drive. (driving while black)
To the pen that is in my hat
To the clothes that's on my back.

I'm Black.

They say:

From the music I choose...classical, jazz, blues
To the proper diction use
To the type of job that I have
To the way that I decorate my pad
To the lack of tennis shoes that I have

That I'm trying to be White.

I say:

I'm not the color of the night
Or like the tar in the streets
I don't fit in any crayon box
I don't get emotional when I see any flag
I'm a man of many questions
And this is one of the questions that I have;
Am I AMerIcan?
Naw, I'm none of that.
I'm a child of GOD
Blessed with brown sun kissed skin
And a gift of poetically giving back.

I'm more than Black!

-Flowriter

POETS

As we live…
Uplift the soul…
That’s wept and bore the pain…
Of being lost & sold… in a land of wealth.
Entangled in a world of doubt & No knowledge of self.

Captivate your spirit…
Being blessed with the essence…
Of the Supreme Lord’s presence…
And allow his love within.
Submitting unto his will & Having total faith… Is a good place to begin.

Empower the weak…
Utilize the psyche of your mind… A gift from the divine.
To awake them from their sleep.
Pass, nor judge not one.
For the Earth shall be inherited by the humble & meek.

Let not curiosity…
Have you coated with the dirt of the world.
It’s not an enigma.
Man for Woman, a gentleman and treat her like a lady.
But, it’s okay for boys to play with girls.
Understand the method of producing babies.

For the Alternative & unconventional…
They should tremble, For they shall be parted like the sea.
Mesmerize your eyes on the prize…
For honor shall be bestowed on those who live righteously.