Let me tell you about my blackness
It continues to flourish into greatness
My blackness is birthed and raised and cannot be imitated
My blackness is unconquerable
My blackness is royalty; it's just and proud
My blackness is character, not coon, mammy, or hound
My blackness is not categorized
My blackness cannot be held back and will embrace life and be free
Unless you haven't realized, my blackness is me
What exactly are you afraid of?
Is it the fullness of my lips?
The greatness in my eyes?
Is it the kinks in the hair?
The cornbread in the thighs?
I guess it must not be any of those.
But honestly, what are you afraid of!?
Is it the way I stay strong?
The way I'm unbothered by hate?