I am Black
365 days out of the year
Sometimes even 366.
7 days a week,
24 hours a day.
In the classroom,
In the car,
In the office,
In the gym,
And In every single space in between.
My Blackness extends beyond your 28 days so forgive me for not wanting to be your token
I am not your prize
To be tucked away until you’re ready to dust me off
Pulling me out when it’s convenient to listen to my voice
Showcasing me to the masses to “prove” that I exist
Gag is I have always existed
I was born Black and I will die Black
And the time in between is something that you’ll never be able to take from me
Because all I gotta do is stay Black and die.
I am everything that these obronis want to be
I am the blueprint, the original copy
Often imitated but never successfully replicated
Filled with proverbs and expressions
Like the great philosopher, Flo Milli, once said “I like cash and my hair to my a**”
And quite frankly that’s all I’ve ever really wanted
All I’ve ever wanted was to be carefree
All I ever wanted was to be Black
