I had the privilege of being able to see the film "The Hate You Give" a few weeks back. It really opened my eyes to the world around me especially to some things that were not exactly acceptable. It really made me think and pushed me to write along the matter. One thing the main character said is that "If you do not see my blackness you do not see me."
That resonated with me. For so many years I have tried to ignore people that told me I'm not really black because of the way I act. Being educated and smart, while being able to enjoy different types of entertainment does not make me any less black. I am just not what you're used to but you can get over it. This is a poem I wrote entitled:
You Call Me An Oreo, But Is It A Compliment?
I used to take "Oreo" as a joke
Until I realized it wasn't all that funny
But you expect me to drizzle it across my personality
Like tea that needs honey
As if I'm not really black
Because I act "white on the inside"
I didn't know that being educated and morally strong
Peels the soul from my skin in your eyes
Twist and pull me apart
Like Cookies off the cream
Because you'd rather enjoy my soft delightful inside
Than accept my darkness that makes you squeam
"But hold on now," they say.
"I'm just joking I don't see color"
But if you don't. Do you see me?
Because I am a black present that was gifted from my mother
My words are a wildfires intensity
From a mind as chill as winter
Yet I still remain the one called on
When you need the encouragement to get better
Just because my first reaction
isn't to get up in arms when challenged
Doesn't mean I'm not a strong force that is not to be quickly reckoned
I am a strong,
Black,
Peacefully developed
well minded Male No Question
So don't for a second try to take that
And make it anything less than
So no maybe not an oreo because while it is a delightful treat
I am more than just a cookie delectable and called sweet
Every detail about me is filling
And I fear for those who try to digest it all at once
Because my blackness is an empowering entity
With a striking ambiance
I can be anything I choose to be
But I will never settle for a pushover weak
So I hope that an enemy
Is something you wish not to seek