"So here I
In the same
at a different
of a crazy
A mother's loving embrace
Smiles from the morning sun
Kisses that burn the lips
A breeze that cools the heated skin
Kind words to cool the savaged soul
Melodies to make the heart rejoice
Tears that heal a wonderful life
Hot cocoa to warm the insides
Ice tea to replenish and cool them
I sing for all these reasons
I sing because I must
Squeeze the purple bruise
Pierce the belly button
Watch the thick mucus spreckle
sweet tasting stars,
Mocha-almond bodies wait
underneath the grape sky,
Covered with the sweet liquid
As it slides down the eggplant
And meets the horizon,
To darken the evergreen
And surround the lapis colored
Creating broccoli colored
And oh those grape
Nice to meet you too.
Yes, I'm of mixed descent.
No I don't identify better with my "black side".
No I don't classify myself as black, I'm mixed.
Your grandparents have black friends,
Really, you have a cousin that's black,
how nice for you.
Yes, I have a boyfriend.
No. Why do you automatically think he's black?
No reason! I know there was a reason.
Yes, I believe in mixed relationships or I wouldn't be here.
You had a black boyfriend,
thanks for sharing.
Well just because your's was a no good drug dealer,
doesn't mean they all are.
Yes, my hair's naturally curly.
No, it doesn't have a perm in it.
Of course it's my real hair,
Why do you ask?
No, most black women don't wear weaves.
relatives were slaves,
so please don't apologize for the way they were treated.
No, I never wanted to be a different color for a day.
I never cared to go to a "richer" school.
I've never been ashamed.
I know you didn't mean it like that.
What do I call myself?
I call myself, by my name.
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