I wrote a poem, based on an experience I had in europe (got stopped for being black in Barcelona) and this conflict I've had with my identity.
The Realization of Reality
The realization of reality,
Realizing they love me,
Because I'm an image of them,
But hating me,
Because I look like him.
They're confused and so am I,
Despise one another,
Both fed lies, but I've been oppressed.
Taught that my blessing a disguise,
For ignorance, laziness, only physical,
Attributes, "Dance nikka, entertain us!",
Brainless, spineless, "Please don't mind this".
"Because we're equals",
You've been dumbed down,
So found dumbfounded when their foots on your neck,
Where is your respect?
It comes with respect for Self,
But that's impossible,
When you've been robbed of your spiritual wealth,
Stealth, snakes in the grass,
They laugh as you pass, smile when you stop,
Talk when you walk,
Stressing the perfection,
Of a complexion the color of chalk.
You've got me fukked up,
You lucked up, giving our society culture,
Providing variety for you vultures,
And your weird pathetic fascination with soldiers.
But I destroy in every aspect,
With your accent, but my intellect,
And my feeling, capability out reaches the ceiling.
And my brain grows bigger,
Signed, sealed, delivered,
From yours truly,
That "******"
My people...