Little Black boy

21 Apr


Look at you.

Hair nappy face ashy nose snotty, I bet you stink.

Do you even know how spell comb?

I’ll call you midnight, now smile so we can see you. Do you have a soul?

Look everybody how Black he is, a Afrikan booty scratchier, with big lips.

Yeah I know we look just alike but this is your time to make me feel good.

I know we come from the same place but my Black is not your Black.

Your Black ain’t white not even light skin, your Black hurts and it hurts me, your Black is me and I don’t want your Black.

Your Black is funny and Black, you ain’t me and I ain’t you, you a little Black boy.

Look at you, I bet you stink.

You remind me of me and I don’t like that.

I want to be different from you, my Black is not your Black, my lips are not your lips.

Let’s get him, don’t look at me with your Black self, you gonna cry now?

I ain’t as Black as you, my mother says I’m different.

We can’t hear you, you to Black, you make me sick.

With your Black self, are you even human? Little Black boy.


5 Responses to “Little Black boy”

  1. innerstanding isness April 21, 2012 at 7:06 PM #

    Reblogged this on innerstanding isness.

  2. yoknyamdabale April 28, 2012 at 4:43 PM #

    I real like this poem, profound fam. I am going to have to use it one of these days and of course would credit you. I appreciate your work, keep it up!

  3. honeytreebee March 12, 2013 at 2:33 AM #

    Jesus you have felt and lived so much…

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